Once upon a time, I considered myself a failure in life. I was stuck in a dead end job at U.S.C. (Southern California for my East coast readers), I was past 30 and I hadn’t finished an undergraduate degree. I was a major underachiever.
I don’t remember how I ended up looking up R. Buckminster Fuller in the Arts & Architecture library, but I did. I don’t know if it was a result of reading through the architecture magazines, but I ended up charging through the Bucky collection in the library. The man considered himself a failure at 32 and was prepared to throw himself into the chilly waters of lake Michigan. He didn’t. He perservered. He found a purpose for his life, and succeeded.
I took a deep look at his life, devoured his books like a starving man in a bakery, looked at my own life, and decided that things weren’t quite so bad. Long story short – back to college, then grad school. Life was fun again.
I think it’s time for me to look again at Bucky’s life and buckle down again. Whomever said that the American life doesn’t have a second act was dead wrong. Synergetics here I come