"I think I made essentially a mistake in staying in movies. It's a mistake I can't regret, because it's like saying I shouldn't have stayed married to that woman but I did because I love her. I would of been more successful if I left movies immediately....Stayed in theatre, gone into politics, written anything. I have wasted the greater part of my life looking for money and trying to get along, trying to make my work from this terribly expensive paint-box, which is a movie. And I've spent too much energy on things that have nothing to do with making a movie. It's about 2% movie making and 98% hustling....it's a terrible way to spend a life." -Orson Welles-
Interesting words and vibes, don't ya think? Ring a bell? Is there anybody home? Yeah, that's right...98% hustling is a terrible way to spend a life. I agree Mr. Orson.....
For one moment in time, forget about the state and health or lack thereof of the Real Estate Industry right now....indulge me for sec. Why do you do this? Why are you in Real Estate? Is it cause of money? In the end, I bet so. In fact, our society and culture is based upon us needing to make money to eat, drink, be merry, stay warm in the cold and stay cool in the warm. Money is a part of survival folks, fancy me Master of the Obvious.
When I do this stuff, when I write, oft times I am talking to myself. Yeah, well, it makes for a better conversation than a lot I've had with 'Real' people.
At the tender age of 26 years old I worked for a semi- Fine Dining restaurant and decided that all the rich yuppies I waited on and I came across needed a Sardi spanking. Heck, if these idiots can be rich with paper and prizes...I should just get in the game. So, I got in the game. Money, Power, Wealth, Greed.....what the hell is going on?
I bought into it, I did. Point blank, I wanted the power that Gordon Geicko speaks of in the film Wall Street. I wanted control; I thought it best for everyone if I had it. And then I realized when walking down the street the other day....how all that crap really doesn't matter, in the end.
I never got it, probably cause in reality, I never wanted to be a part of it. I want to make a living, I want to love, I want to be loved, and I want to make sure the world is a better place because I existed one moment in time. That's my greed, truly. And as I sit back and watch & listen as the hustlers are running for the hills....I laugh...they have no idea what's about to come.
It isn't about the fall of an empire or our economy, this is our lives folks....we aren't given too many and don't live the ones we got nearly enough. You want news, you want drama and front page recognition...try living and forget hustling.
When I took that walk down that street the other day, I encountered a Homeless Man, probably twenty years older than me. I walk a lot. When I ran into him on this particular walk, he didn't ask for anything but I knew he had no roof over his head to call his own. I also knew, looking into his eyes, that he wasn't a victim, wasn't a charity case, and wasn't begging for anything.....we are the ones with the problem and the solution. He told me so, without saying a word.
Tomorrow will come and when it does, we in the Mortgage Industry have a moral and ethical obligation to help those that need help. It isn't about money anymore, never was, it's about humanity. I don't work for a non-profit entity here, but I'm damn sure of my obligation when I was born onto this earth. Help, don't hurt. Rescue, even if you can't save. Tomorrow is the first day of my life; it's time to go to work.