In this blogpost I would like to share with you if I may, a chance encounter I experienced recently.
You may or may not know that I reside on the beautifully hot and humid outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, a great city in Malaysia, south east Asia. A place where you can eat out at any time of the day and night; there is always somewhere open selling delicious food.
The other evening I was doing just that when I got talking to another chap, an ex-patriate from my home county Cheshire, in England. We spoke about home and the things we did and didn’t miss about living there. If any of you know the north west of England you will undoubtedly know that the weather was placed at the top of the list of things we most certainly don’t miss.
After a few minutes the topic invariably came onto work and what we do. I told him how I am a group CEO, an author, copywriter and mind mentor and coach. He informed me he was a financial advisor and doing very well. I was happy for him, as I revel in hearing about people who are doing well, financially or otherwise.
And then he said the following statement to me and his attitude suddenly changed to a negatively geared tone. “You know I hate my job. I detest every single second I am doing it. I only do it for the money because I earn almost half a million dollars a year.”
I threw my hand out to him and genuinely shook it. He was a little stunned. I told him as I clasped his hand that I sincerely admired his tenacity because I couldn’t work in a job that I despised every second of every hour of every day, no matter what it paid me. I told him I love what I do and that it never seems like work and that my happiness and fulfillment meter was over-flowing with true abundance.
“What would you love to do in life though?” I enquired. He went onto explain that he has dreams of working with animals in some capacity but was rather vague and his attitude took another downward turn and this time, towards me.
He kept pressing me for how much I earned, which I found rather a rude question to ask. I certainly wouldn’t ask anyone that, let alone someone I have just met. It was quite obvious he judged success by the amount you earn.
“Well, not as much as you,” I said with a smile.
He then tried to insult me in various ways. I kept smiling. Such small mindedness really doesn’t get to me, I don’t let it.
I called for my bill as I really do not like to be around such negativity and decided to leave. As I was paying he leant over to me and said rather smugly, his arrogance now at an all time high. “I don’t think a mind mentor or copywriter or even author could ever earn as much as I do in a year”
I could have replied with how much turnover my company generates each year, but that would only lower myself to his level of thinking and his wave length. I looked into his eyes and simply said, “Maybe not and perhaps you are right. But when I leave this earth I won’t have any of my dreams simmering away into oblivion on the back burner of the hotplate of achievements. I am living mine right now. I won’t leave this earth having to say to myself ‘if only I had tried this or attempted the other…’ And I will certainly go knowing that I have led a happy and fulfilled life, which is the truest measure of success. Have a great evening.”
Knowing people as I do, I could see clearly that his arrogance instantly turned to envy and it shone bright in his eyes. Then I left him with a silent ‘Bless you’ and carried on my way. I then thanked him in my mind for adding a few extra ounces of happiness in me; for reinforcing my belief I am on the right path.
And most importantly, I gave thanks to God that I am not like him.