I’ve been in the ‘City of Trees’ for almost two months now. Fifty
one days to be exact. It’s been almost six months since I last blogged. One
hundred and sixty three days to be exact. Has anything changed since my most recent
entry? I cannot do it any justice, so my simple answer is ‘yes’.
Above was my convoluted way of saying ‘I’m back’. Perhaps
the two words alone would have sufficed.
Years ago, Columnist for the San Francisco Chronicle, Herb
Caen, wrote this: ‘Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it
must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a
lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to
death. It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle; when the sun
comes up, you’d better be running.’
I’ve always been fascinated by the African Lion. Picture
books and images taught me at a young age that it was the King of the jungle. I
never asked any questions, nor did I give it a second thought. It’s fact – it’s
black and white. Going off that foundation, I want to look into one of the
things that makes it such a beautiful animal. A key element that separates it
from the sheep we see grazing in our paddocks.
One of the things I’ve come to realize is that setting doesn’t
necessarily matter. Whether you’re in Sydney, San Francisco, Orange County or
the African Savannah, your bones are either wet, dry or on fire. Of course, our
environment can be the catalyst for inspiration…and after all, Hans Christian
Andersen notes that ‘to travel is to live’. However, there are some people in
this world that will yawn at a Yosemite sunset and others who will fall to
their knees in their living room. The reality is that some individuals simply lack conviction. That’s the word I’ve taken three hundred and twenty
five words to finally get to. Conviction. You see a lack of it on the train and
in the park. You see it in the mirror. Like I’ve written about before, we get
swept up in just living life and we end up barely surviving – we end up with
bones that might as well turn to dust.
Speaking of dust, the African Lion’s roar has enough force
to raise an enormous cloud of it and can be heard up to five miles away. Now
that, in one word, is conviction. When I hear sheep, I don’t hear animals that
are about to shake the pen. I don’t hear animals that are ready to leap over their
barriers, or jump up to eleven metres like the lion can. I hear dull,
monotonous sounds which quite frankly resemble our own lives sometimes. Don’t
worry, this isn’t yet another ‘carpe diem’ blog. This is just my heartfelt
encouragement – that in all that we do, we draw on conviction.
Winston Churchill, while in power, asserted that he ‘was not
the lion, but it fell to (him) to give the lion’s roar’. I love this quote.
Maybe in your group you’re not the leader, or in your relationship you’re not
outspoken, or in the morning you’d rather stay in bed, or at the checkout you’re
not friendly. But what if you are being drawn to that extra mile? What if it
has fallen to you to be the best that you can be?
Over the centuries, individuals have yearned for longevity
and even immortality. To me, one obvious way to be younger than we are right
now is to simply tweak our daily attitude. The Lion’s roar is actually much
like the cry of a human baby. Obviously,
a baby’s vocal-cord anatomy is different to that of a lion, but the principle
is the same. Lions are able to sustain their sound because of a layer of fat
and lung pressure. Babies, because of a gel-like layer, are similarly able to
vibrate their vocal cords hard enough to be heard a mile away (or worse still, keep their
parents up all night). When we were tiny we had a heightened level of wonder. Do
you remember that? We were awed by little things and we made the boring
activities fun.
In the end, why don’t we seriously take the time to think
about the world we live in – rather than pouring all our energy into simply trying
to stay above the surface. There’s a society out there that eagerly awaits the
lion’s arrival and return.
Quote Bank: "You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough." - William Blake