Some thoughts on the article: “How a brush with death shaped my long game”

autumn fallen leaves on gravestone

Like Eric Markowitz, for years I’ve been focused on “the long view” (as I’ve called it), or as he calls it “long-termism” (I do like his term). Basically, it means trying to make decisions that have a long-term, sustainable impact and escaping the tyranny of short-term (or, dare I call it, micro-term thinking). That mindset where the only thing one considers is maximizing profit (or enter your preferred KPI here) NOW, or perhaps out to the next earnings report. This thinking is so destructive when you look at the long game.

Mr. Markowitz wrote a piece last month titled “How a brush with death shaped my long game“. TLDR: he gets seriously sick, looking at a very high likelihood of death in the next few months. As you might expect, this causes one to rethink…a lot. (Fortunately, it has a happy ending…read it for the full details…it’s worth it).

He has lots of great ideas, but I particularly appreciate this one: “Playing the long game isn’t just about structure and process and systems that are designed to withstand the long-term: it’s about the joy and gratitude of getting to play the game in the first place.” I get fixated on the structure and processes and systems, and lose site of the joy.

Like him, I’ve had this long-term view in my mind, but have been really poor at living it. It’s far too easy for me to get wrapped up in short-term stresses, and lose track of the long-term goal. I appreciate the wake-up call (and am glad mine is this article and not the frightening series of events that Mr. Markowitz experienced).

I need to pull back and look bigger picture, focus on my long-term goals, and keep my short-term worries in perspective. Easier said than done, I know. Yet, I also know, it’s an effort that’s worth it. Like Thoreau, I want to ensure that “when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” That’s what’s most important to me.

Lost and Found

I’m so lost
    Somtimes
  That I fade into
     The noisy clutter
    Of the street,
       Vanishing into
         This swarm of
             Life.

Often, the only
  Way to be found,
    Attaining the deepest
     Human connection
      Between souls
    Is to boldly
       Lose yourself
   And become
     One
        With
           Everyone.

Encompassing Oblivion

I seek the oblivion
Of knowledge

Within the finite emptiness
Between yin and yang
Exists everything,
I long for.

I won’t seek to tame.
If anything, it’s your
Flame that appeals
Burning bright against
Dawn’s light. Glorious
Destruction.

Plato’s cave reverberates
My eyes adjust to the light.