By Mike Johnson
I’m ruined as a beggar.
I have no tolerance for asking anyone for permission for anything.
I survived the young beggars’ gauntlet of asking for an allowance, a ride, a job, a raise, a promotion, a loan.
A sale, an idea, the publishing of my writing.
The list of permissions and approvals was endless.
The trouble is, few people ever see your dream as vividly as you.
So you’re always beating your head against the walls put up by others – many of whom are not qualified to carry your pencil.
Through the randomness of “title” and “authority,” there is always a large smattering of little brains eager to prevent your advance by nixing your request.
When young, you see this as a challenge and develop creative workarounds.
You adjust your approach, learn new skills and achieve your dreams despite the lug-headed guardians of the mediocre and mundane.
But after decades, and many proven successes, you tire of casting your pearls before swine.
They’re too dense to see your brilliance and it’s just too much work to bring them from A to Z.
Next!
The funny thing is, the dense rejector can’t identify any brilliance beyond their puny perspective, but brilliance easily recognizes dense within a few seconds.
As you leave the room, the dense is muttering that you’re crazy, when the reality is that you only seem crazy because their imagination is so stunted.
They had no idea the person they just rejected was their best opportunity to gain the help they needed to achieve their own grandest dreams.
They were THIS close.
But they pissed it all away with an ignorant and small-minded “no.”
On the upside, this frustration pushed me to design a self-motivated, independent life that requires far fewer permissions than most.
It’s a glorious way to live.
Despite writing my own ticket for the past 30 years, life still occasionally pushes me into a situation where I must “ask permission.”
I chafe because it’s somehow required.
I chafe because the decision maker rarely has the qualifications to hold that power.
I chafe because no man should have to run his dreams through others.
So I hate those words - Permission and Approval.
Those two words, far too often, prevent the best among us, from helping the worst among us.
And they are the ones who need that help the most.
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