“I’m the one who’s gonna die when it’s time for me to die,
so let me live my life the way I want”
~Jimi Hendrix
Allowing oneself to openly listen to advice is not always as simple as it seems. You have to be able to step down from being your own personal body guard in order to allow the wisdom whether appropriate or irrelevant to seep into the hub of intellect swelling in your skull. Taking guidance from someone doesn’t demote you in any way to being a lower life form unable to control your own life, as I’m sure the headstrong amongst us might believe, but rather exalts you to a level that oozes a confident progression in self-exploration.
I was humbled by the company of an elder father figure this evening and his willingness to take me in a metaphorical time machine alongside him. He was gracious enough to open my young and still very tender mind to his life experiences and lessons learnt, dreams imagined and goals achieved. Personally when it comes to interrogating the universe there is no better way to seek out an answer than to hear it from someone who started where you currently are and prospered into a content man in possession of not only a successful career but a beautiful family as well.
The official definition of advice is; opinion about what could or should be done about a situation or problem; counsel. I think this is where most therapists veer off the already detrimental path, advice is not a inventory of orders and as soon as it is perceived as such the person begging for some direction loses their voice.
Be mature enough to welcome advice like an old friend. Be wise enough to savour the counsel before deciding a route. Be brave enough to live your life the way you want to.
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