Saturday, 15 September 2012
When I look back on my life, I do so with a sense of satisfaction, a touch of sadness, a lot of euphoria and smidgeon of pride. I have achieved enough to keep me happy and one thing is certain: I have not sold my soul.
I am comfortable and the balance in my life is not that far from perfect; it could be better but it could also be far, far worse.
Yet there are certain people in the world who might look at my life and call me a failure – or at least an underachiever.
Such people rule the world; such people sacrifice everything to climb the corporate and social ladder. They have one goal in mind – to be the best – or even the best of the best – or, absurdly, the best of the best of the best – you catch my drift I’m sure.
Such people look down on me because, in their eyes, I have the potential to move on in life. They probably look down on you too, dear reader.
I have a problem with this philosophy and there are good reasons why.Let’s take one of these rulers, these overachievers and give him a name: Mr Motivation.
Mr Motivation is driven, so driven in fact that he is blinkered. His focus is his career or his determination to climb the corporate ladder, or to achieve absolute greatness in whatever field he has targeted and he will do anything to get there.
While his ambitions may be admirable, the cost of achieving those ambitions is too high for somebody like me.
I will illustrate what I mean with a conversation between me, as an underachiever, and Mr Motivation as an overachiever.
Mr Motivation: What have you achieved in life?
Plastic Mancunian: I have a job, I have a lovely lady, two kids, a car a house, three cats and I get to travel, write a blog and relax as and when the need or the desire arises. I’ve achieved enough.
Mr Motivation: Sounds dull. How much do you earn?
Plastic Mancunian: Enough to keep me happy and pay the bills.
Mr Motivation: Well, looking at your car and your house – and the area where you live, you just seem ordinary to me.
Plastic Mancunian: That’s what I am – an ordinary bloke.
Mr Motivation: How boring. You could be so much more. You have a degree and you are obviously intelligent. Why are you not running your company? How can you be happy with your life as it is?
Plastic Mancunian: I prefer a decent work/life balance. I go to work; I do my job; I come home; I do the things I want to do.
Mr Motivation: Pointless. You should strive to be the best. That’s the kind of drivel I hear from underachievers everywhere. Let me tell you what I have achieved in the last ten years. I am the managing director of a multimillion pound company. Last week alone I secured the biggest deal in the history of my niche. I drive a Bentley, own two Porsches and a seven bedroomed house in the Cheshire countryside. I climbed to the top in record time. I work my fingers to the bone. I don’t just “do my job”; I excel at my job. I go above and beyond the call of duty every single day of the week. I work as many hours as I can to achieve what I want – and it doesn’t stop there. I want to move on and earn millions.
Plastic Mancunian: Nobody cares.
Mr Motivation: Excuse me?
Plastic Mancunian: Nobody cares. Of all the billions of people who live on this planet, how many people do you think give a damn about your promotions, your cars, your house or the fact that you secured a multimillion pound deal?
Mr Motivation: Aren’t you impressed?
Plastic Mancunian: Not really. And let me tell you this – neither is anybody else. Your friends may congratulate you but really only those closest to you will care. Joe Bloggs in the street won’t give two hoots. So – you’ve bought a new Ferrari. Big deal. I’d like to drive one, and I’d be happy to be a passenger if you offered to drive me around – but impressed? Nah!!
Mr Motivation: That’s so sad.
Plastic Mancunian: Why?
Mr Motivation: It just shows that you have no goals to better yourself.
Plastic Mancunian: Do you believe that you are better than me because you have material goods? Because you have sacrificed so much time to get where you are? My soul is intact – is yours?
Mr Motivation: What do you mean?
Plastic Mancunian: Well I can’t help but notice that you are carrying a Blackberry that has been chirruping constantly during our conversation.
Mr Motivation: That’s because I am important. I am constantly on call and need to be able to react to get things done – to make more money – to be the best.
Plastic Mancunian: But it’s Saturday afternoon. How many hours work do you do on average?
Mr Motivation: I work 60 sometimes 70 hours a week. You have to do that if you want to be the best.
Plastic Mancunian: Okay – but that phone is still chirruping – so you probably work longer.
Mr Motivation: I reap the rewards. You can see where I am.
Plastic Mancunian: Well I think you’ve sacrificed your soul to be the best. The problem is that aiming “to be the best” while admirable, is not always achievable and it comes at a cost – you are blinkered and don’t see life outside your tunnel vision. Tell me, when was the last time you had a decent holiday? Or spent quality time with your wife and kids? When was the last time you relaxed?
Mr Motivation: You’re just lazy. I am hard working and that’s why I am where I am and you will remain stuck in a rut.
Plastic Mancunian: I’m happy in my rut. I have ambitions but not materialistic ambitions. I want to be happy and I know what I need to do to make me happy. The difference between you and I is that I haven’t sold my soul to achieve it. I realise my own limitations. And I don’t want to be unhealthy because of it.
Mr Motivation: Unhealthy?
Plastic Mancunian: Yes – stressed. Don’t tell me you aren’t stressed.
Mr Motivation: Absolutely not. Nevertheless, my goals demand constant attention and until I achieve them, I am on edge. I work best when on edge.
Plastic Mancunian: You’re stressed then. Tell me something else: can I be the best?
Mr Motivation: Yes – everybody can be the best.
Plastic Mancunian: That’s not true though is it? How can everybody be the best? Surely only those people who are the best can be the best. How can everybody, say, in the UK “be the best”?
Mr Motivation: Now you’re just being facetious.
Plastic Mancunian: But I’m not though. If you go for a promotion with two colleagues and you all work your bollocks off – and you achieve that promotion and that seven figure salary – what have you achieved? Sure – your family might be happy at more money – but the two guys who failed will not be the best, will they? They will have failed. And you will have worked stupid hours, sacrificing your life and another chunk of your soul, just to say that you are the best – until the time you fail. Is the money really worth it if you can’t enjoy it? Will the seven figure salary really make your life easier if it means that you now get 200 emails more a day, have to work every weekend for the next six years, only get a week or two off and have to take your laptop with you if you go on holiday? That lifestyle is not for me. I’m happy with my own balanced, stress free life.
Mr Motivation: You’re an underachiever.
Plastic Mancunian: If that's what you think then I'm proud of it.