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Creativity Life & Philosophy Social Media

The only reassurance you need

We treat fame and social media status like currency. We presuppose that anonymity or a lack of engagement trivializes what we do.

Even worse, we let TV and Instagram determine our self-worth.

But what and who matters is rarely popular. No one wants to pull back the curtain and see the sweat and tears of a Van Gogh, who toiled in obscurity his entire living life. He never knew publicity.

Even if you’ve achieved some level of recognition, what you consider your best work will almost always contrast with the public perception.

At the end of the day, humans want to feel necessary. They want to commit themselves to a worthy discipline, whether’s it’s expressed through art or driving an Uber to support the art or vice versa.

It’s a canard to think that fame predetermines whether you matter or not. The most important things in your life are provided by the most anonymous people.

Fame is fake stimuli. If you feel like your work matters, that’s the only placebo you need.

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Culture Poetry Politics & Society

Nothing strange about it

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Out there, in ideas and intentionality.

She ceases shoulder-surfing and goes off the grid to depart the world of sameness. 

The buoyancy to defend oneself against the easy access of the mind.

“What if our capacity to imagine has been so badly damaged by the information climate of our times that destruction is all we can see?”

John Freeman, Dictionary of the Undoing

Burned out by the illusion of immediacy and convinced that no one knows anything. Once shocking, it was they who rendered it normal. 

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Life & Philosophy

Fuel for thought

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No one is in sole possession of the truth. We’re all just throwing darts at different concepts and opinions that with consistency, appear factual.

We pick up positive vibrations from they way things go most of the time. Turn on some music or laugh out loud and thought disappears altogether.

The urge to verify is as loose as the gate to which it opens. Bulls-eye is an aggregation of guesses of which none are perfect.

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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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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Manufacturing luck

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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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Creativity Life & Philosophy

Fighting inertia

We take risks, do the unpredictable, anything to keep the supposed simulation of world guessing. / Fighting inertia #amwriting
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Stock phrases, a detailed script, a prescription for exactitude. Imagine how boring life would be if you already knew its outcome.

It’s the routine that subverts our days into yesterday’s form, responding to emails in our head. Sameness destroys creativity.

How can we fight inertia?

We take risks, do the unpredictable, anything to keep the supposed simulation of world guessing.

En medias res, we ensure that we’re performing in the middle of becoming.