Back in the days, country singer Kenny Rogers had a popular song called ‘The Gambler.’ The lyrics to the oft-quoted chorus are:
You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
Something happened to me a little over a week ago that made me realize that it was time to fold em’. The underlying details are not worthy of recitation. But what is important is the awakening I had following the experience.
And what I now know for sure is that resistance without purpose is futile. And in a long battle, with still no win in sight, continued resistance is a waste of energy. In any situation, to remain where you are not valued or appreciated is an act of violence against yourself.
So I decided it was time to fold em’.
Instead of resisting, I will now surrender. No longer will I plant roots in soil that yields no harvest. It is time that I bloom. No longer will I fight to be seen amidst darkness when my light is poised to shine so brightly. Nor will I continue to tread in shallow waters when I can deep dive and explore.
Complacency is our greatest ‘frenemy.’ It pulls us in closely and swaddles us in false security. It tells us that we are content with being good when we have the capacity to be great. Complacency holds our hand while we meander through life taking baby steps when we should be leaping far and wide. And if we are not careful, complacency will remain by our side and never leave.
But it is when we have merely existed for far too long, that we suddenly awaken with a fire ablaze in our bellies. We realize that complacency has not been the friend we thought, but rather an enemy. More like a calculating captor. We think about opportunities gone by. We imagine all that we could have been, but lacked the audacity to become. We count the many years forfeited never to be regained.
And at long last, we do something about it.
We release ourselves from our self-imposed prison, and begin to live life–boldly, unapologetically, and freely.
It is only then that we bid farewell to that ‘frenemy’ called complacency.