Look for a way of life, unmoored from staring at the donut
Conversely, the hybrid of work and life is what makes the donut
The game of goal-setting is paradoxically non-interventionist.
You don’t attack the carrot, you chew on it slowly.
The policy of
non-engagement holds into force the inertia of nature’s progress.
Overworked and lost in the myriad force of competition and conformity, you inevitably emerge with fewer exuberant efforts and more residual impact.
What remains is essential, remarkably slow, vanished is the hurry.
“No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.” —
You can never feel alone when you’re enjoying yourself.
Like a magnet, you’re drawn to do what we’re born to do. The vocation calls you like an ambient siren song dangling emotional clarity.
The goals that forced upon you are often dreary. They produce zero enjoyment, so fraught with ‘
ought,’ threatening to stain the attentiveness to the present. Keep your eyes on the prize.
The intuitive self, while sometimes feeling detached, invites you to travel down the road of discomfort for a long time.
Pursue the strength you think you have and embrace the pain.
The middle of the road is already too full of indecisive fence-sitters suffering at the glitch of mental software called FEAR.
It’s the hope that kills you.
Hope is that tease of an emotional tug that keeps you on edge, craving for fruition.
But no matter how much you pray and imagine, it mostly yields nothing.
Hope is hopeless.
Luck is an idea that guarantees to hover over circumstance. Who doesn’t want the calm-inducing pacifier of a million dollars in one’s bank account?
Hope hunts down luck in the search of editing your own future. Good fortune almost always, never happens. You can only hope to feel it’s possibility.
Inattentive, we let the details slip right through our heads.
We are in a state of continuous partial attention, whipped around by facts, fake news, hyperbole, and reality.
The foreign invaders monopolize our “private” profiles and manipulate the entire public sphere into tribes that all think and see alike.
We turn a blind eye to the pleasant rhythm of dissent while also marching to the beat of our own drum.
To stop admiring our own words and lookalikes, and to start interrogating our own ideas.
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We take a
retrospective report, this time with the prospect old various viewpoints.
When we look back at our own history, it only makes sense now and never then. We can only see as the neurons emit.
The future prohibits knowledge
Gathering experience increases one’s attentiveness toward ambient hints. Age is hypnotic, it compels us to notice and thereby prevent the patterns and vices we originally pursued.
“The creative part of us gets tired of waiting. Or just gets tired.” —
We may have to live things twice in order to figure out what to do next. The coexistence of both hope and despair push us through the
From the cave to smartphones and onto the next magic wand, the fun is in the hunt to figure out what’s on the other side of the rainbow.
The placebo creates a ceremony of expectation. It builds off novelty and reinvigorates confidence in the possibility of recovery.
We all fall victim to the soft mental implantation of a placebo, the
oldest medicine in the world. One simple belief kickstarts a chemical revolution. But in reality, the answer just needed to be poked from dormancy.
Reawakened, the inner narrative thrives on hedonic editing.
We certify the belief in our internal storage. Over time, it gains credibility and records the transaction on the human block chain of the genetic code. Truth happens to the idea
If at first, we expect, then we can succeed. It is
faith that moves mountains.
We suffer from a surfeit of choice. Stuck in indecision, we end up doing nothing at all. Perhaps intertia is the best solution in these dizzying times. Instead of forcing the issue, we let nature take its course.
But more often than not, life doesn’t move unless we do. It begs for action and a subsequent reaction. Even more, in doing, we realize how much more is invisible.
Passivity and dynamism coexist
Surrounded by a morass of distraction machines, it’s no wonder we permit the frustration of ‘what’s next’ chip away at our patience. “Patience is the key to joy,” wrote Rumi.
Staring into nature’s green space may not solve our problem, but it will help us think expansively. We can
assume that the best answer lies beyond us. That is until we realize that the answer cramped inside us all along.
The wait never means never if we never get tired of waiting it out right now.
The search continues.
You can’t make anything in the
forest stand still. It is in constant flux, whether that’s in seasons, wildfires, or in the territory marking of a killer bear.
Nature is fickle. It calls for preparedness and a broad scope.
“You can’t see the forest for the trees.”
One must not only have a plan in trekking the forest also but remain on guard. As the saying goes, “You can’t see the forest for the trees.”
Proximity can be blinding. Looking at the individual trees clouds the big picture just as the donut hole takes your eyes off the whole donut.
Linearity isn’t as important as a deliberate wandering, with eyes open to the vastness of seeing.
Let the forest speak.
The square lines represent a movement.
Sometimes lines appear infinite.
On different occasions, the lines blur.
Lines also run diagonally.
Lines can get squiggly,
as in life.
Lines like to find the holes, blurring their objects.
lines are nonetheless imaginary, even arbitrary, a simulation of code drawn from the head.
The map is not the territory‘ and ‘ This is not an apple‘
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We chase the ephemeral pixels when boring is the most interesting.
We jump through hoops to please others when it is disobedience that leads to innovation. ‘Think different’ is a clarion call for doing better,
assuming the maintenance.
We obsess with material goods when the fulfillment of life hinges on love and experience.
The paradoxes of human psyche
go back to mimetic desire — we want what other people want. Emulation is vague, snagging attention but grasping for comprehension.
Around the racetrack, we go.
Belief+Doubt by Barbara Kruger
We dump our problems on tomorrow because we can’t handle the anxiety of today.
Time keeps moving on its way, unimpeded. We’ve already lost.
Yet there’s still a sense that one day, we’ll snatch time and ride the wave of an opportunity to change society.
‘Belief + Doubt = Sanity’
All we can do is show up to the world, not hide behind in its shadows. ‘
Excellence is the next five minutes,’ and then the next five minutes after. And so on, with unparalleled lightness.
Attitude is the most rational day to day decision. Only then can we go on a critical run.
With the right instructions, the unfamiliar becomes manageable.
We follow the recipe with the hope that the convoluted reality seeps away into the
Yet, had we followed our instincts we may not have gotten stuck in the first place.
If we don’t take
Google Maps with a grain of salt, we will find ourselves submerged under water.
Knowledge is visceral. The rest is streaming.
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The body is a
The mind is a
We can’t duck our own presence, nor avoid our own answers. We know what we have to do. Anticipation enlivens us.
Anxiety validates our heart space.
Fight or flight, we are free to think as tenants of Earth, renting its oxygen. As
Kipling wrote, ‘Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.’
We cultivate our existence. We chase fear and
endure pain to feel more alive.
The show goes on, whether we show up or not.
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The space between our ears, where what we know or think we know contrasts the reality of what we should see.
We are the opposite of a child, turning a blind eye to the openness that foments growth. As adults, we stop asking why at the most fundamental level.
Stuck in a cobweb of exciting lies, unable to dust away the boredom of truth. Reality is too sober, but that’s also why it works. It keeps us grounded in