That was a wild week, wasn’t it? Instead of dwelling on the events of the last few days (which I’ve done quite a bit of in the physical world), I’d like to share an idea that’s been tugging it my brain for a week or two.
With that out of the way, let’s get to this week’s musing.
In 1927, a man by the name of Richard Buckminster Fuller had hit bottom. Hard. A few years earlier, his four-month-old daughter had died. It was an event that sent Fuller into a spiral of anxiety and depression. Earlier in 1927, he’d lost his job. His wife had given birth to another child and the family had no resources to fall back upon.
Fuller decided to end it all so his family could at least collect the proceeds of a large insurance policy. Just as he was about take the fatal, final step into the cold waters of Lake Michigan, Fuller had an epiphany that influenced him to undertake:
an experiment, to find what a single individual could contribute to changing the world and benefiting all humanity
Over the next several decades, Fuller’s mind produced with numerous novel ideas and inventions and concepts, including the Dymaxion House, the Dymaxion Car, and a new projection map of the world. He also popularized the geodesic dome in the United States.
Each of us can learn from Buckminster Fuller’s example. Sure, few (if any) of us will be able to go all in on a life of experiments as Fuller did. There’s no reason why we can’t approach things in life as if they are experiments. With no stakes whether we succeed or fail, or whether or not they turn out the way we expect them to. With each experiment an opportunity to learn about something, to learn about ourselves. With each experiment a chance to push ourselves in ways in which we normally wouldn’t, to venture into areas into which we normally wouldn’t tread. To do what we want to do, in our own time, without caring about the results or what others think or say.
An experiment doesn’t need to be done on a grand scale. That experiment can be simple, modest, or personal.
Early on in this century, for example, I had a friend who was, by his own admission, rather spindly and unathletic. One day, he decided to put on seven kilograms of muscle and to do that deed in the space of 10 weeks or less. Everyone he told thought he was … well, to be blunt, nuts. Myself included. But through careful research, a radical shift in diet, and a strict adherence to a half dozen or so exercises with heavy weights, he achieve his goal. With eight days to spare. He’s maintained that, with an up or down or two, ever since.
Closer to home, there’s this letter. Which, as you may or may not know, is my second kick at the email publishing can — no stakes, just an experiment through which I try to share ideas and opinions that have been, and are still, forming in my brain. As I was ramping up to undertake this experiment, a couple or four people I mentioned the idea to either predicted the letter would fail or that I wouldn’t gain much of an audience. But here we are — the letter is still going after two years. While I don’t have a huge number of subscribers, I do have readers who (for the most part) are loyal followers.
Success, whether massive or modest, shouldn’t be the goal of any experiment that you undertake. The goal can, and perhaps always should, be to learn something new. And, by extension, to learn something about yourself at the same time.
Experiments are explorations of paths and ideas and interests. By conducting experiments, you find out what you like and don’t like. You learn what you’re good at (or have the potential to be good at) or not. You can even stumble across something you suck at but which you enjoy doing anyway. Like the time I picked up my daughter’s acoustic guitar during New Zealand’s first COVID-19 lockdown in March and April, 2020. I did that, not expecting to learn to play the guitar but to use my brain and body in a slightly different way than normal. My daughter taught me a few basic chords, to which I added a few others. I’ve kept practicing those chords because I enjoy it and it gives me a break. I’m probably never going to play a tune or even quickly and smoothly shift between chords.
A waste of time? Perhaps. Then again, it’s my time to waste. And I’m having fun. Which is all that matters.
Your experiments might lead you to monetary gain or advancement in your career. Those experiments might just be a path to while away time that you’d usually use to trawl social media or watch funny videos. No matter what your reason for undertaking an experiment, that experiment puts you on a path that you don’t usually walk. A path with, often, no set destination. A path with any number of detours and branches. A path that’s as much about learning and doing as it is about exploring other facets of yourself, whether mentally or physically or both, that you might not otherwise explore.
It’s worth taking the time to perform an experiment just for that.