THIS will be my last Why Not Try column. Rather than going out with some Hollywood-style bang where I try jumping out of a plane at 20,000 feet while chained to a piano, I thought I'd go to the very crux of why I put my hand up to write this column in the first place. This was an additional opportunity that I took on, rather than something that fell inside my job description and regular working hours.
If I've learnt anything as an adult, it is that my comfort zone represents, to me, the danger of a stagnant cesspit. When I'm comfortable, there's no friction or growth.
I realise, by virtue of well and truly pushing 40, my hair may soon turn grey or even fall out. My desperate desire to cling on to my fading youth must rely on one thing: my attitude to life. Will I actively seek to talk with people whose views or backgrounds differ considerably to my own? Will I embrace challenges that confront me as opportunities to expand my life?
When I was in my twenties I constantly sought out new experiences. I slept under bridges, in parks, at train stations and even at the Port Vila Market House with the stallholders. I lived on a dollar a day in a Texan ghetto while studying abroad - okay, if I'm going to be honest, that was less of a conscious choice and more of the oversight of allowing my bank card to expire while overseas. In any case, I actively chased hardships and lapped up adventure. Sure, there was pain, and let's continue to be honest, malaria is not a lot of fun.
The finest swords are said to be the product of continuous heating, bashing and folding. Without going through this process, the weapon will fail to gain its razor-like sharpness. I want to apply this same philosophy to my life.
I'm not sadomasochistic. Rather, I'm somebody wanting to live a quality and exciting life and never back down from a challenge. Why not try that?
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