Wesley Gibson is a loser.
A pussy.
A wimp.
Stuck in a dead-end job surrounded by cubicles and a case of “The Mondays” every day. He has a girlfriend that enjoys spreading her legs for his best friend that takes what he wants from the hooch buffet, which is apparently open for business as soon as the 9am rolls around. For those of you who have seen the movie Wanted, I think you know where I’m going with this. If not, then you are a dense individual that doesn’t appreciate campy inspiration, or maybe you just haven’t seen it. I forgive you then. Moving on.
This particular grandiose marvel of film making now sits on my special shelf that I designate for motivation along with the classic anime masterpiece Ghost In The Shell, Hitch, a shot glass, and a miniature replica of double-O seven’s prestigious car, the Aston Martin DB5 (from the 2006 Casino Royale film… ’tis a sexy beat indeed).
I bring this movie up because for me it was a reminder of what I don’t want to end up being like. Wasting my lifespan in a workplace that’s removed of happy feelings, having a girlfriend that I settled for instead of being attracted to, and embodying an insane amount of potential, which I like to call… Super-Hero Juice, and wasting it by achieving meaningless pursuits. Sure I just saved the company 25% of their overhead cost by purchasing cheaper toilet paper that now leaves bruises on my ass, but where’s the thank you.
It’s disheartening to say the least.
Long story short, by the end of the film he’s a bad-ass and ends up being one of the best, if not greatest, assassin the world has ever known, or not known… times three.
What I got out of it is this: if you know something doesn’t feel right inside you about your life, there’s probably more to it and it may be worth your time to explore what’s going on.
It is easier to sit back and watch other people do remarkable things, but we’re not talking about other people… we’re talking about you.
I believe that within every person living today is a volcano of untapped potential. And potential is the key word here, because everybody has it whether they believe it or not. What is the dictionary reference for potential anyway?
Capable of being or becoming.
And if you don’t believe this, here’s a dumb question: have you ever tried? It’s amazing how many people I talk to tell me they’re incapable of something when they’ve never even taken a step in the direction. It becomes all speculation. They see something happen to someone, whom they probably relate to in some way, and instantly think “Yea, I can’t do that.”
But where do I start?
I don’t know! Who cares! Just get up and move, figure it out as you go.
Is it a right or wrong decision?
Again, I don’t frickin’ know! Just do something.
At least, if you were wrong you’d definitely know. And you’ll never know unless you try. Period.
