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I don’t know how to be an author or a good roommate. A good sibling or even be a good friend.
I don’t know how filing self-employment taxes work. I don’t know how to change the oil in my car.
There is a ton of stuff I don’t know how to do, and I’m sure you don’t either.
For most of my life, I’ve had to come up with answers to impossible questions. If it was a question I didn’t have an answer too, I’d just make it up. Fake it till you make it right?
I know I’m not alone in this experience. So why do we all pretend to know so much? To have such control in a world that is primarily built on kayos?
Power? Attention? Approval? As I’ve gotten older, the more I’ve realized how full of shit we all are. And I mean everyone.
When I say the word ‘success,’ who do you think of?
A billionaire like Jeff Bezos comes to mind for me. A self-starter rich guy who owns an international company.
Not too long ago, I used to look up to people like Jeff Bezos. Near worshiped the ground they walked on. Listened to every interview and every written piece of paper on them to learn their secret to success. Them implement their method as my own. You know what I found out after doing this for years?
Jeff Bezos is full of shit (and probably evil, but that’s a story for another blog.)
But he’s not alone, we are all full of shit aren’t we? Every day we lie to our employer saying that we know what we are doing. Or to our kids when they ask us about ‘how light bulbs work.’
We nod our head and smile and pretend, and you know, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
What is a bad thing is when we get so caught up in our own BS we start to believe it ourselves. Subtly building an ego and actually beginning to think we are above any other person. Then that’s when things can take a turn for the worst.
When we admit we don’t know, it’s a weight off the shoulders. It also allows us to ditch the facade and realize that we are all playing on the same field. That we actually aren’t that different from each other.
So let’s all take a break from the act every once in a while. Take off your Einstein hat for a minute and just admit to little Jimmy that you’re pretty sure fairy magic is the reason the lightbulb works.