I am a "have to" guy. I have always been a have to
guy. In fact, I think I was born a have to guy. Many of you are
have to people as well. Those who are have to people need no further
explanation as to what this means, but for those of you who are not have to
people, here is a little primer. Have to people do what they have to do,
no matter what, always. Or, at minimum, they do what they believe (or are
told, or convince themselves) that they have to do. They do this
irrespective of their personal feelings, goals, or aspirations. They take
on jobs, responsibilities, and obligations not through a rational thought
process or by matching their talents and abilities with those jobs, but because
they feel that they are compelled to do so for the good of someone else.
There are have to people everywhere. Even if you are not a
have to person, you certainly know have to people. The woman who drops
out of college to care for her children, the aspiring writer who becomes an
insurance agent to pay the bills, the people who take your order at the fast
food restaurant, the customer service agent on the other end of the phone, and
the sanitation worker who picks-up your trash from the curb are all have to
people. People doing what they believe,
or were told, that they have to do to get by, to pay the rent, to eat, to live. Not everyone who works a mundane job is a
have to person. Some of these people
have found their calling and get terrific enjoyment from their work, but for
many of us the driving force behind all of our decisions is simply doing what
we have to do to survive.
Have to people
often start young. We are the "responsible" sibling who looks
out for our brothers and sisters. Many of us grow up in economic
circumstances that encourage, if not force us shoulder responsibility at a
young age. We don’t blink an eye at working 70 hour weeks. We are the people who feel guilty when we
indulge in little pleasures like eating out or going to a movie. We are the people who study geography and
culture but do not have a passport because oversee travel is “just not
something that people like us do.” We are
knowledgeable about the stock market and investing, but have no capital. We recognize the world around us is a large
and interesting place, but feel limited to our small little corner of it—working
menial jobs and just hoping that the rent check does not bounce.
This “have to” mentality allows us to survive and even thrive in
difficult circumstances. We do not spend time questioning why we have to
do what we have to do, we simply do it. No complaining, no whining, and
no shirking of our perceived responsibilities. Instead, we forge ahead,
working jobs we hate, taking care of family or friends who do not appreciate
our time or effort, and putting off our goals and dreams (or failing to ever
establish such goals and dreams) until a later time when we believe that we
will no longer have to do what we do. We
are low maintenance and reliable, but rarely ever happy.
Then one day
something happens: we realize that we have actually chosen to be have to
people. This realization, that being a have to person is a choice, blows
away all of our prior notions about ourselves and the role we play in the
world. We realize that there is no
external force pressuring us to be have to people, and that we actually have
something that we never thought we had before: a choice. Suddenly the
world is at once an amazingly exciting and amazingly terrifying place.
Suddenly we realize that our entire identities, including the pain,
frustration, and disillusionment at our core need not be permanent. In
fact, those horrible feelings need not exists at all, it really is all a choice.
For me, this
realization came slowly. I grew up poor. Not outhouse, dirt floor,
no running water poor—but American minority poor. Food stamp poor.
Government cheese poor. Shopping at Goodwill was a treat poor.
I started working at Taco Bell when I was in high school and have worked
ever since. I spent years managing retail stores, building sales teams,
and managing real estate—all jobs I hated to various degrees. I took
these jobs not because I was interested in the industry or saw a potential
career path, but because each progressive job paid more than the last, and as a
have to guy, it was always about more money. Money was the barrier
between my current life and the one I sought to leave behind. As a have
to person, I did not care if I found satisfaction in work, it was simply a
means to an end, a way to provide for those I cared about and to be “independent”
from the government and church aid that dominated my youth—it was a way to do
what I had to do.
Once you step beyond the looking glass you realize that being a
have to person means choosing to be a victim.
A victim of circumstance, of expectation, but most of all a victim of
your own mind. Victimhood—and its
alter-ego entitlement—is an alluring mindset, because once we take on the
mantle of victimhood, we have a builtin excuse for not achieving our highest
purpose. We have a built in excuse for
our own bad choices, for not improving ourselves, and for living life under
someone else’s terms. It is the ultimate
“get out of jail free” card for life. I cannot
count how many times over the past decades have I said, “no I can’t do [fill in
the blank] because I have to work.” I cannot take that internship because I have
to make money to help my mother. I
cannot travel because I have to be
there for my kids. I cannot change
industries or jobs or seek out a career I enjoy because I have to put food on the table.
In so doing we take on a martyr mindset. We tell ourselves that our own sacrifice is a
worthy pursuit, while at the same time secretly resenting those who we profess
to be so selflessly helping. The longer
we parlay this cycle, the more attached we become to the vision of ourselves as
selfless martyrs, and the more resentful we become of our supposed
beneficiaries. Eventually, the grind of
doing what we have to do, or the resentment that accompanies it consumes us,
and we are left bitter and angry at the world.
But there is a better way.
As kids, even poor kids, we are told that we can be whatever we
want to be when we grow up. But, no one
ever tells us poor kids that we can also be who we want to be when we grow
up. We don’t have parents who ask us
about our hopes and dreams. Instead, we
have an educational system that teaches us that there is an established path we
must follow to escape poverty—and, that despite our best efforts, only a small
percentage of us will ever make it. We
are told to go to school and get good grades.
To go to college and study hard.
And maybe, if you are gifted, to get an advanced degree. We are told to be humble, start at the bottom
and work our way up. We are told to sacrifice
and work hard and eventually we will “make it.”
But what we are never told is that we—and no one else—control our own
destiny. And not a hokey, science
fiction way, but in the real, truest meaning of the word destiny.
Over the last five years I have come to the realization that I chose to be a have to guy. I came to see that there was only one thing
separating me from those who chose to pursue their dreams and passions. Those on the other side were not smarter,
more driven, or more talented than I was.
The only thing that separated us was that they made a choice to pursue a
life path they found interesting and challenging, and I simply did not. They had the same bills and responsibilities
(to a greater or lesser degree) as I did, but they refused to be held hostage
by those responsibilities. In short,
they chose to fulfill their obligations by chasing their passions. They chose to live by creating a world they
enjoyed.
I have learned much in those intervening years. I have learned that despite everything I was
taught, life is not a zero sum game. I
learned that I can be driven and compassionate, competitive and collaborative,
wealthy and generous all at the same time.
I learned that by choosing to be more than a have to guy, I can improve
not only my life, but the lives of those I care about. Choosing to state loudly and publicly your
goals, putting aside everything that stands in the way of those goals, and deciding
to devote yourself to chasing your dreams is scary as hell. I know that I do not “have to” do it, but I do
not think that I have ever wanted anything more in my entire life.