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Creativity Life & Philosophy Poetry Productivity & Work

Open to detours

Open to detours, fixated with the wrath of curiosity. The single-minded goal-setter scrounges for practice.

In theory, doggedness is the least path of resistance. Like sheep, we’re a magnet for jumping through hoops.

But we can’t afford to put the right brain to sleep. Quiescent until unmoored from reality, the maker begs to turn pipe dreams into miracles.

The creative compulsion knows no boundaries. It explodes in those non-cash working hours when you’re raging with inspiration and where the notion of work and play intertwine.

“The physical universe is basically playful. There is no necessity for it whatsoever. It isn’t going anywhere. It doesn’t have a destination that it ought to arrive at. But it is best understood by its analogy to music. Because music as an art form is essentially playful. We say you play the piano, you don’t work the piano.”

Alan Watts

We’re programmed to be ourselves, following the siren song of our vocation. Fight our calling, and we’ll lose. There will be no such luck.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Starry-eyed surprise

To look at life full in the face, rather than externalizing it through a distracted and edited irreality.

The enlightenment takes place backward, in moments of strict boredom, reflection, and introspection.

It’s hard to look away from the rectangular glow, as it promises to signal and promote our best selves.

Drowning in novelty, when all that is interesting and worth preserving emerges from the constraints.

Tears come in varieties, only to be found in their distinctiveness upon studying the wrath of emotional states.

The Instagram wheel yields another tasty gem, reducing our humming neurons to the hypnosis of surprises.

The feed is fodder, man caught in the chaos of cosmos.

Who isn’t a participant in attention arbitrage?

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Daily Prompts Life & Philosophy Poetry Uncategorized

A retrospective report

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We take a retrospective report, this time with the prospect of various viewpoints.

When we look back at our own history, it only makes sense now. It’s never lucid at the time. Today’s mirror emits a story that can’t tell a lie.

While the future prohibits knowledge, gathering experience increases one’s attentiveness toward ambient hints. Age is didactic — 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.

Mary Oliver

We may have to live things twice in order to figure out what to do next. The coexistence of both hope and despair pushes us through the messy middle.

From the cave to the smartphone and onto the next magical widget, the fun is in the hunt to use the tools of today to look back and figure out what’s on the other side of the rainbow.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Get it together

The coming and going, the thinking goes, is what keeps pushing us three steps forward and one step back.

We’ve been engineered for quick play, left grasping at the nearest of solutions.

Too distracted to pursue the slightest idea, we settle for unintentionality.

The gaps begged to be filled and we were so occupied we missed their telling messages.

There’s only one thing left to do: recentralize focus.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry Writing

Walking in circles

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Abstract thinking strings together collisions of thought, producing ever-more complexity or the deepest simplicity.

Tinkering with possibilities makes everything strange, at least at first. But that’s yesterday’s genius.

Today and tomorrow we’ll mill around some more, waiting for the most certain idea. Even the subconscious doesn’t give time off for the brain to relax.

Said one, “If a mind was so simple we could understand it, we’d be too simple to understand the mind.”

Crunching it all down to the essence, we complicate nothing. We’re always left circling the strange, with more questions than answers.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Seeing the forest for the trees

The forest is a city that lies underneath our feet. Perhaps if we thought of it this way, we wouldn’t walk on it.

But the vitality of life is in the pursuit. One with the world, the ability to face resistance means to walk through it.

We adapt to the drumbeat of chaos, using expansive curiosity and patience to find unity with what we know and what we don’t know.

We progress most when we try the least.