This past Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014, was a momentous occasion…
And I totally flubbed the whole darn thing.
I almost let it pass me by without writing a single word about it.
This week was both the 100th anniversary of Wrigley Field (the second oldest park in all of baseball) AND the 450th birthday of William Shakespeare (the most famous playwright of all time, probably). Although to be fair, it seems that no one actually knows when Shakespeare was born, exactly.
I have a little bit of experience with Wrigley and Shakespeare that I’d like to share. And then I’ll tell you why these things are the key to inspiration, a lot of the time.
I went to opening day at Wrigley Field one time. I can’t remember how old I was, but I don’t think I was a teenager yet.
The Chicago Cubs were playing the San Diego Padres, with Ryne Sandberg on the Cubs, and Tony Gwynn and Rickey Henderson on the Padres. All three players are in the Hall of Fame now. (And I think you have to be RETIRED for five whole years before you can even have your first chance to get in. That’s how long ago this was for me).
Am I a baseball fan? No. I know how the game is played, sure. And I’ll get to why I really liked going to this game, in a second.
What about Shakespeare? Well, I read Macbeth and the Tempest in high school. Looking back, I should have thought it was so much cooler—witches telling everyone in sight they needed to watch their back, and an irritated wizard who wrecks a boatload of people, just to watch everyone make total idiots of themselves trying to make sense of it all.
What’s not to like?
Why do I give a rip? No, really. A dead playwright, and a baseball field I only visited one time? What matters about that?
Everything, and here’s why…
For me, going to Wrigley was about the experience of the seats and the atmosphere, not about the game (I think they give better perspective on TV, anyway). And the players aren’t so tiny on TV, either. But there IS the ballpark food. I usually have nachos, when I can. Yum!
And Shakespeare had great stories (after you translate exactly WHAT the guy was trying to say—it made a lot of sense back then, but modern people like me need help, sometimes). But he’s made a huge impact, hasn’t he? He’s been dead for over 300 years, and people are still reading his work.
My point here is that this isn’t about books, theater, or baseball, it’s really about…
The stream of history itself.
When you’re cold in the ground, wouldn’t you like to be remembered like Shakespeare, or Wrigley Field? Wrigley’s just a building, sure. But it’s a huge part of history.
And Shakespeare was remembered for what he wrote. Isn’t that something we all want, deep down—to really matter? To know that we made the world a better place, somehow, somewhere?
To give people an experience, through writing?
I think that goes for everyone, even if they don’t write. A lot of business owners and marketers feel the same way. They help their clients (or themselves) get the word out about what they have to offer. Because it matters.
How do we get remembered, anyway? Teaching, publishing, sharing, or mentoring?
All of those are great. But I like to go simpler, at least for now.
For me, this isn’t hard. If one person has a better day, or a better life, as a result of their connection with me, whether they ever meet me in person or not…
I’ve done my job to pass on what I know to others. To hopefully make them better, and to make myself better in the process.
That’s why I want to be remembered.
And writing is how I choose to do it.
It’s my personal connection, me to you.
That’s it for today, here at Fiction and Copy Decoded.
Have you ever wondered what life will be like after you’re gone? Or reflected on what you’ve accomplished so far, even the so-called “smaller” stuff? Drop me a line and let me know.
And make it a memorable weekend, too, okay?
Until next time,