I’m not a tortoise. I do not move slowly.
Well, okay, I move a lot more slowly than I used to move now that I’m in my sixties. But I still move faster than lots of 40 somethings move, and faster than quite a few 30 somethings as well.
I have ADHD. And I have the combined type of ADHD which means I am both hyper active and inattentive.
And yes, I have heard the story of the tortoise and the hare many times in my life.
For some reason …
People think they are teaching me a lesson that is of value to me.
But have you ever heard the old adage, “History is written by the winners?”
Well, contemplate that for a moment won’t you.
Have you given that some thought?
Good. Here’s my thoughts on the combined tortoise, hare, history, winner thing.
The tortoise and all the punters who bet on him have told this story for a long time. The hare is always portrayed as fast, but lazy.
Yeah, now you’re seeing a glimmer of my problem.
The tortoise and its proponents always point out the virtues of slowly, and boringly, moving forward in a straight line, never looking left or right, and trudging along to the finish line to win the race.
But in not looking left or right, the tortoise missed what really happened.
Along the race route …
Along the way there were many distractions. That’s what we call them, We did not name them that, and we didn’t assign the negativity to that word.
Some of those distractions where the friends of the hare who needed help, whether they were asking or not. And the hare helped them out because those things that needed doing were fun and exciting and challenging and made life better for others.
Some of those distractions were just fun, but they also afforded opportunities for the hare to learn things, and that learning happened and was enjoyed.
Still more of the distractions were things that ended up being regrettable mistakes.
It is hard to tell at the outset whether something is going to be fun, helpful, or an accident with negative ramifications.
But the truth is that even the things that went wrong were life lessons and the hare came away from them knowing a little more about how to live life well.
So in the end …
All you ever hear is that the tortoise won. And the hare was lazy.
But here’s what you never hear, the hare had fun, the hare had friends whose lives were improved, the hare learned things, and the hare still finished the damned race.
What did they get?
The tortoise got a ribbon.
The hare got to celebrate the plodding tortoise’s victory with everyone else, and then was treated to dinner by friends that had been helped. The hare knew the best routes to get back home, and even managed to attend a couple more parties along the way.
The tortoise is still admiring its ribbon, by itself, with its head pulled into its shell, wondering when the next race is.
I am the hare.
Who are you, my friend?