The Hidden Pain of One Man’s Talent
Many years ago I knew a man who had an incredible talent. He knew the words to almost every song that ever came on the radio, especially 80’s music. And it didn’t matter the genre! Rap, pop, country, rock. He could sing the words as if he wrote the songs.
One day we were having lunch and I was explaining to him how I admired his talent for remembering so many lyrics to so many songs. When I asked him how he knew so many he began to talk to me about his childhood and I quickly realized there was a lot of pain behind his talent.
Come to find out the reason he knew so many songs was because the radio was his only friend growing up. When other kids were outside playing he wasn’t, he was listening to the radio. He didn’t have friends and got picked on a lot so he learned to avoid people and listen to songs. I guess in a way music became his escape.
I had forgotten about this guy until this past week when for some reason his story popped in my mind.
There are times when we look at someone and we envy some aspect of their life. We admire talents from the outside, but we often forget about the sacrifice behind the talent. Sometimes talents are the facade covering up pain. And it isn’t until we have a deeper look that we realize we should be slow to envy.
I have had coworkers say they wished they were as organized as I am, but I wouldn’t wish my curse on anyone. My obsessive compulsion creates more stress inside my body than I would wish on my enemy.
I think the best practice is to be the best version of ourselves that we can be and keep our envy at a minimum.
Just a quick thought for a Monday.