Have you ever felt like the world is plotting against you? Like you spend each day sailing against the wind?
Regardless of where you’re trying to go, it’s easier with the wind behind you. As my wife says, “I try to envision I’m on this little magic carpet, just floating to wherever life takes me.” We’d all love to have a magic carpet to fly us around.
June 2nd, 2011, Museo dell’Accademia, Firenze, Italia
His hands were gigantic. He stood there, exalted, 17 feet of sheer grandeur. As I inched toward him it was like a movie in slow motion as the figure came to life. He leaned slightly to the right, arrogantly as if to say, “come and get me.” He boasted a naturally built physique, veins protruded out of his right arm, a rock in his grasp.
As professional poker players, we are often bombarded with questions like, “what would you do if it didn’t work out?” Personally, I never gave it much thought or credence, for such hypotheticals seemed like a waste of mental energy. Why ask Picasso what he would do if he didn’t paint? Who cares right? (Not to insult him with a comparison.) Ah, the irony.