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Life & Philosophy Poetry Productivity & Work Psychology

A coherent me

When we are stuck and predictable, we stop beating the heart to our own drum.

Instead of chasing our dreams, we ride on the coattails of others. We become a cog that seeks to please rather than to push.

How we align our attention — to mimetic desire or to the clusters of individual freedom — is what determines self-worth.

The story we tell ourselves helps to combat the harsh reality of Monday morning meetings.

We buck the reassurance of controlled variables in pursuit of a cloudy destiny. 

We read life to read ourselves. The copy is the original.

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Robert Frank, photo poetry

Robert Frank, photo poetry
Robert Frank, photo poetry
Robert Frank, photo poetry

When people look at my pictures, I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.

Robert Frank
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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Manufacturing luck

gif via Cameo Nation

Trite but true: life isn’t fair.

Luck shuffles, unequally distributed, sometimes to those who are most undeserving.

But our situation is unique, a constriction that gives us a chance to add our own bit of intrigue.

What lens do we choose?

There’s no drug we can take to resolve the struggle. But the last thing we want is pity and boredom.

Misfortune helps rearrange our thinking.

The antifragile see the world anew, forcing the gut to churn out insights that the lucky couldn’t even imagine.

We don’t always have to win the coin toss.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry Productivity & Work

You can be anything you want and then some

“You can’t be anything you want,” said comedian Chris Rock. “You can be anything you’re good at, as long as they’re hiring.”

You need the cash. But you also need to expand your cognitive horizon and let your mind search for its own stimulation.

The artist thrives on autonomy and control. But they also benefit from the extra variety of dimensions that spill over into other areas of work and life.

What you do on the side is more important than anything you do for the money. It all bleeds and blends into a spiderweb of output.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry

The space between our ears

The space between our ears, where what we know or think we know contrasts the reality of what we should see.

For some people, mental chatter precedes vision. The ignorant always risk being blindsided.

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.

But the obstacle is the way.

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 the facts.

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Life & Philosophy Poetry Uncategorized

Facing opposites

We want to reduce the stress in our lives, yet we keep piling on the number of things we need to do. We travel arms wide open into a tidal wave of responsibilities.

We want to restrict the data tech companies collect from us, yet we swipe right at consent. All terms, all conditions, in favor of the Leviathan.

We want to think we’re a curious bunch, open to a world unknown, yet act like novices at the ways of seeing. What is new leads somewhere new, absent the spot.

We meditate to detach the mind from surfeit consciousness when simply going for a walk, doing the dishes, or shooting hoops produces the same relaxing effect. With little effort, the neuronal spike trains intensify in voltage.

Opposite to everything, without opposition to anything. Whatever one says is true, the opposite is equally true.