He had a smile that told you he believed in you

Hoffman’s obituary was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I’ve ever read. 

The author painted a picture of what it was like to interact with the legendary actor. 

Phil had a smile that told you he believed in you, though failure was possible, sometimes inevitable and okay. When he looked you in the eye, what you were seeing became secondary to the overwhelming force of how you were being seen. Like a sun that emanated truth instead of light. Relentless and warming. Other actors, writers, directors, they didn’t just bathe in it, it brought out the truth in them. 

In world whose chorus is sometimes comforting, sometimes cruel, we should all be so lucky to have those kinds of people in our lives. Those who believe in us more than we believe in ourselves. 

Because rejection is a bitch. Even if we’ve achieved zenlike mastery in shrugging it off and not taking it personally and moving onto to the next one, it still hurts. Even if the pain doesn’t register immediately, all of those micro rejections slowly seep into our bloodstream and start whispering worry into our ears and before we know it, we wake up one day and realize that we’ve forgotten how to believe in ourselves. We’ve lost sight of how bright our wings really are. 

Each of us needs someone who believes that something bigger is waiting for us. That we’re in better shape than we thought we were. 

LET ME ASK YA THIS…   

Are you surrounding yourself with enough shiny mirrors?

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Scott Ginsberg

That Guy with the Nametag

Author. Speaker. Strategist. Inventor. Filmmaker. Publisher. Songwriter.  

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