What Should I Do with My Life?: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question

What Should I Do with My Life?: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question

by Po Bronson
What Should I Do with My Life?: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question

What Should I Do with My Life?: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question

by Po Bronson

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Overview

“Brimming with stories of sacrifice, courage, commitment and, sometimes, failure, the book will support anyone pondering a major life choice or risk without force-feeding them pat solutions.”—Publishers Weekly

In What Should I Do with My Life? Po Bronson tells the inspirational true stories of people who have found the most meaningful answers to that great question. With humor, empathy, and insight, Bronson writes of remarkable individuals—from young to old, from those just starting out to those in a second career—who have overcome fear and confusion to find a larger truth about their lives and, in doing so, have been transformed by the experience. 

What Should I Do with My Life? struck a powerful, resonant chord on publication, causing a multitude of people to rethink their vocations and priorities and start on the path to finding their true place in the world. For this edition, Bronson has added nine new profiles, to further reflect the range and diversity of those who broke away from the chorus to learn the sound of their own voice.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781588360489
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/24/2002
Sold by: Random House
Format: eBook
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 560,366
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Po Bronson is on the board of directors of Consortium Book Sales & Distribution and the editorial board of Zoetrope: All Story magazine. He has written for The New York Times Magazine, The Wall Street Journal, Fast Company, and Wired. He graduated from Stanford with a B.A. in economics and from San Francisco State with an M.F.A. in creative writing. He lives in San Francisco.

Hometown:

San Francisco, California

Date of Birth:

March 14, 1964

Place of Birth:

Seattle, Washington

Education:

B.A., Stanford University, 1986; M.F.A., San Francisco State University, 1995

Read an Excerpt

Destiny vs.Self-Created Meaning

An Ordinary Guy

EVEN THE DESTINED STRUGGLE
Wouldn’ t it be so much easier if you got a letter in the mail when you were seventeen, signed by someone who had a direct pipeline to Ultimate Meaning, telling you exactly who you are and what your true destiny is? Then you could carry this letter around in your pocket, and when you got confused or distracted and suddenly melted down, you’ d reach for your wallet and grab the letter and read it again and go, “Oh, right.” 

Well, a friend of mine has such a letter. He’s thirty-two years old and rents a bedroom from a nice lady in Phoenix near the base of Camelback Mountain. He’s gray at the temples, wears Hawaiian shirts, and drives a dusty Oldsmobile that suffers from bad alignment. The car’s tape player is broken, which is fine by me because I can’t stand the soft rock he listens to. He loves America because friends here treat him like an ordinary person. He says being here has made him much more open-minded. He grew up in a refugee camp in southern India. When he got the letter he had just enrolled in a special school there, with the vague notion of eventually becoming a professor of Tibetan literature, though he admits he wasn’t much of a student. But what else was there to do in life? No way was he going to be a farmer. Being a businessman meant having to sell, and he didn’t study hard enough to ever become a doctor. He couldn’t imagine sitting out his life in a government office job, filing forms. His name was Choeaor Dondup, but everyone called him Ali, after the boxer, because he was big. His hair hung to his shoulders. He spent most of his time figuring out how to get into his girlfriend’s pants. He played soccer. He was scared of the dark. Then one day at school he received this letter, signed by the Dalai Lama.

Ali was a big believer in the Dalai Lama.

The letter said he wasn’t Choeaor Dondup after all. Instead, he was the reincarnation of a warrior who, along with his five brothers, had ruled a poor and remote region of eastern Tibet six lifetimes ago. The brothers had descended from one of Genghis Khan’s grandsons. Ali’s Previous One turned his back on the family’s violent rule and became a monk. Over his lifetime he founded thirteen monasteries and became the great spiritual leader of this region, the Tehor. Ali’s real name was Za Rinpoche, which is Tibetan for “The Dharma King.” 

Imagine! You’re not a dumb, lost, inexperienced seventeen-year-old! We actually have a 
spot picked out for you! And not just any spot!

wanted: Great Spiritual Leader. No experience necessary.

Nevertheless, the letter was a bit of a shock. They wanted him to attend the Drepung monastery in northern India. All Ali could think about was, “Am I going to have to cut my hair?” “Am I going to have to become a monk? Give up sex?” You think it would be easy if your destiny were offered on a silver platter. But Ali went around for a few days openly expressing his angst and annoying his friends by debating whether this was the right thing to do. The social pressure was so great that eventually he shut up, gave in, and went off to the monastery, keeping his doubts to himself. It took four years for the doubts to evaporate. But it’s never been easy. He spent the next twelve years memorizing two-thousand-year-old ancient texts, the whole time craving the kind of understanding that comes from experience. Back in Tehor, when people are dying they hold his photograph inches from their face and stare at him, wanting him to be the last thing they ever see before they cross over into unembodied consciousness. That’s how much faith they have in Rinpoche–more than he has in himself, I suspect.

I found Rinpoche like this: When my son was born, my mom cleaned out her basement and brought up my well-preserved souvenirs from my childhood, soccer trophies and warmup jackets and my high school yearbooks. In one of those yearbooks was a nice note from an upperclasswoman, Jodi, fondly remembering those long conversations we used to have during studio art classes. “What conversations?” I wanted to remember. So I tracked her down, and during another long conversation she mentioned she’d been hanging out with Rinpoche. I was curious, though not for any particular reason. Just curious. Curiosity is a raw and genuine sign from deep inside our tangled psyches, and we’d do well to follow the direction it points us in. So to Jodi I said, “I gotta meet that guy,” and booked tickets to Phoenix.

What would it be like to have this certainty about your place in the world? To have it in writing from the Dalai Lama himself! Of course, my desire to understand this wasn’ t my only motivation. I was excited to meet a holy man. Perhaps his spiritual presence might rub off on me, and he might offer me guidance. Instead I found a friend, who, though sacred, was still utterly human and real. He was skilled at minimizing his anguish over everyday struggles, but he still faced them routinely and fought his urges like any of us. Possessing that letter had not relieved him of having to figure out where he really belonged and make some hard choices. In his mind, this question was not settled.

He and I were riding around Phoenix a little while ago, looking for some authentic Mexican food. I was joshing him about this reincarnation thing.

“Come on, you really believe it?”

“Yes.”

“So, all of you, or just, like, your soul?”

He said the biggest misconception in the West, and in young Tibetans, was that mind is physical.

I said, “How do you know young Tibetans? You said you’ve never even been to Tibet.” (China wouldn’t let him into his country.)

“Like, you know, I’ve met many who are also in exile.”

“In Phoenix?”

He said that they were mostly in New York.

“What does that even mean, ‘mind is not physical’? That’s so cryptic.”

He tried to unpack his statement for me. Sanskrit describes five layers of self, or mind:
Physical,
feeling,
perception,
intention,
and consciousness.

His consciousness had been reincarnated, but his perceptions and feelings and body had not. That said, the inner layer, by itself, is no more valid or important than the outer. Self is the combination of the five.

“So on the inside you’ve got it figured out, but the rest of you is dragging along.”
Rinpoche laughed, and it’s when he laughs that he seems so wise. He learned his English in Atlanta from undergrads at Emory University, and he picked up their vocal idiosyncrasies, tossing “kind of,” “like,” and “you know what I mean” into every sentence. 

He speaks English like a teenager, but laughs like a man six lifetimes old–such a deep, merry, pure chuckle.

I asked him if Buddhists believe we all get a specific destiny.

“We don’t think there’s a specific place in your life to go. Everybody’s destiny is to become an enlightened being and reach the everlasting state of mind.”

“That’s pretty easy for you to say. Your destiny arrived in the mail. What if you had to go out and get a job?”

He laughed again. “Yes, that I could not imagine.”

Rinpoche has always had to be pushed to take the next step. In 1998, the Dalai Lama chose him to lead a tour of monks across the United States. Rinpoche didn’t want to go. He’d heard the tour required long bus rides, thirteen hours at a time. He relented when the abbot leaned on him. Rinpoche says he was a narrow-minded snob back then. Maybe a monastery sounds like a terrific place to become a deep person, but the truth was, he was sheltered and had a big ego. He didn’t hang out with ordinary monks, only monks of high status. He had no respect for other religions, and assumed anyone who wasn’t a Buddhist couldn’t be a nice person. He was lonely and too serious. But traveling in America did wonders for his personality. After a year, he went back to the Drepung Monastery, and everyone said, “Wow, you’ve changed a lot.” He hung out with monks regardless of their status. He laughed all the time. He felt more grounded. His elders were so impressed they asked him to stay and teach. For once he had the balls to say, “That is not in my nature,” and stick by it. He wanted to return to America, where not everyone treats him like a divine being. He wanted to understand the Western mind, how people in the West think. 

Exposing himself to this crazy world was making him into a better person, and that was the right path to be on.

If it were me, no matter how cool or great it would be to have a spiritual calling, and to be given this early in life, I’d still have that American notion of needing to discover things myself. I’d need independence–I’d feel controlled. I might now and then be testy about having my calling put upon me rather than arriving at it by myself. We have mixed feelings about the seductive notion of destiny. There’s a persistent tension between wanting our life’ s purpose to be revealed to us by some higher power and wanting to scrap and fight for it against all odds–to earn it without help. We think about destiny sort of like how we feel about inheritance–we covet its fruit but it’s sweeter if we earned it ourselves. And so I wasn’t surprised when Rinpoche called to give me his new address and phone number.

“What happened?”

“I am not with Bodhiheart anymore.” Bodhiheart was the foundation he cofounded with his sponsor–the woman in whose house he had lived until now.

Table of Contents

Introduction: Obvious Questions Don't Have Obvious Answers: From Your Fears Come Misconceptionsxiii
That Sense of "Rightness"
1An Ordinary Guy: Even the Destined Struggle3
2Have You Looked Under the Bed?: Ignoring the Obvious9
3Hunted by Her Cause: Learning from Hard Times15
4Synchronicity or Not: Is There Meaning in Coincidence?20
5The Dharma Adviser: Being vs. Doing25
6Isn't It Clear!? Waiting for Clarity33
7I Belong to You: Is It Self-Serving to do What You Enjoy?39
8The Brain Candy Generation: Stimulation/Intensity vs. Significance/Fulfillment46
9Parasite Entrepreneurism: Finding Your Story51
10Lacking an Off Switch: Always Knew It57
In Another Class
11The Ungrateful Soldier: Torn Between Classes65
12The Umbrella of Freedom: Anyone Can Find This Important72
13A College Man: From Working Class to Educated Class79
14The Diver Who Loved to Read: Neither Fight Nor Flight84
15Building a Cathedral: The Fear You Don't Belong90
16The Casino of the American Economy: It's Supposed to be Hard97
17Lady Reads the News: A Good Day Job102
18Getting Oily, Then Even: Switch Sides After an Injustice107
19Learning Delta Pride: The Fear That Our Choices Are Irreversible114
Temptations vs. Aspirations
20A Billion Is Chump Change: Is Turning Down the Money Stupid or Brave?127
21That Magical Thing: Overcoming the Stigma That This Isn't Important132
22The Lockbox Fantasy: Getting Rich Changes You136
23A Tour of the Country: This, Then That139
24After a Brief Period of Experimentation: Fear of Saying No145
25There's More to Motherhood than Baking Cookies: Never Give Up158
26The Chemical Engineer Who Lacked a Chemical: What's Real?166
Destination vs. Journey?
27Guidance, Navigation, and Control: Three Lessons from One Who's Stayed Put177
28The Boom Wrangler Has Many Reasons to Live: Change, for Some, Keeps Them Alive182
29The Phi Beta Slacker Dances for Herself: Be Your Own Audience189
30The Runway Gypsy: Back to Reality196
Know Thyself
31New Person, Same Job? A Different Kind of Hard Work205
32My New Start-Up: How the Past Colors Perception211
33Dropping the Watermelon: The Practical Way to Pursue the Impractical219
34The Toner Queen Unmasks Herself: The Resume "Me" vs. the Work-in-Progress "Me"224
35The Once-Angry Minister: A New Kind of Success Story231
Changes of Scenery
36Ambition in Neutral: Deemphasizing the Question in Order to Answer It243
37Nobody Taught Me: The Benefit of Being Around Like-Minded People251
38The Romantic Depressive: Enjoying People257
39On Planet Hug: Finding Your People258
40Uncomfortable Is Good: Rehearsing for Life's Improvisation264
41Success Formula: Giving Up That It's about You266
42Trafficking in Extremes: The Adventure of Working Abroad269
Relationships and Family
43The Twin Who Wanted to Be Unique: Struggling to Satisfy Dual Careers279
44H = P [greater than sign] J: When Paths Begin to Part291
45Ski Bums: Working with Your Spouse297
46Where Fears Hide: This is Your Own Responsibility303
47The Lottery Winner: Resisting Parents' Pressure307
48The Monkey Law: Finding Inspiration in Our Ancestry316
49A Burial with Pinstripes: Fears are Inherited, Too326
50Accepting a Gift: Will I Have to Put My Aspirations Aside?330
51The Mechanic Gives 100 Percent: Children Help You Remember What's Important338
52A Fragile Blow: The Hardest Things Are the Most Liberating346
The Appropriate Time Frame
53Out of My Mind: When Is It Too Late to Start Over?359
54Contribution X: Keep in Mind Even What You Can't Define366
55Twenty Thousand Lives a Year: Business is a Tool to Support What You Believe371
56Magic Powers: No Big Picture Is Too Big376
57Closing Remarks: All Stories Are Unique385
Acknowledgments393
A Reading Group Guide395
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