As I have said before , my walkthrough for life is Rudyard Kipling’s IF. Steve Jobs has been a personal hero for me for a very long time because he is the first person I have read about that actually was able to
“Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;”
I guess it was why I went to EA , it wasn’t working for Steve Jobs but it was at least in the general direction. I thought if I was somewhere there (physically) I would find what I wanted to love enough to devote the rest of my life .
In hindsight , I realize there were definite flaws in my logic but armed with a brilliant idea and brimming with confidence, I walked up to Electronic Arts (on a Sunday) , and knocked on the glass doors, Of course it wasn’t until after the security guard had crossed halfway the distance to the door did it occur to me that it was a non working day.
Since it was too late I sheepishly asked him if EA was hiring. The guard said they were actually hiring but I should go through the company website today because they start the interviews next week and I need to make an appointment since they do not accept walk-ins.
I was hired by Electronic Arts a couple of weeks later.
The guard laughed when he saw me on my first day. I suppose I did look rather stupid knocking on the glass door on a Sunday. I don’t know if physically being in EA and looking like a dumbass did anything but it was worth it. Because that very Sunday when I got home I took out the folded print out of the poem from my wallet looked for the line:
“If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too”
Drew a line across it and marked it DONE
If I had to connect the dots now I think I was supposed to be there that Sunday knocking on Electronic Arts’s door. If only to prove to myself that a silly dream when I had in high school and forgotten is actually possible , idiotic, and to learn to trust myself even if everyone else thinks I have gone completely bonkers.
Cheers and may the “ paws” be with you
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!