When I was a boy I liked to write. It was the only thing I wanted to do with my life. I invented imaginary people and filled notebooks with their stories. – The History of Love
You know the saying, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it?
Well, that saying is true. What we want is rarely what we need. Because, in the end, whether we like it or not, what we need is to learn to appreciate what we already have. What cannot be bought, what cannot be taken from us.
But, well, we all have dreams. And dreams do come true… at a price. Continue reading
“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I’m some eleven months through my 29th year on this Earth.
I feel fine. I workout every day. I drink plenty of water. I try to get my eight hours of sleep. I try to eat healthy. I take some supplements, multivitamins and stuff. But I am feeling a bit older than I did when I first started this blog. I feel tired after less hours of writing than I used to.
It’s not being dead, but getting closer to death that scares us, right?
I am also a bit heartbroken, as artists are supposed to be from time to time. Continue reading
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” – John 1:1
In a way, everything that ever exists in this world was first a word. What you call the Universe is made up of words, not atoms. The people you have loved and lost you keep alive by using words.
What you think you are, what others think of you… words.
What you tell yourself, what you tell others… words.
If words didn’t exist, we wouldn’t be much. Maybe we wouldn’t be anything at all. Continue reading
“The one perfectly divine thing, the one glimpse of God’s paradise given on earth, is to fight a losing battle – and not lose it.”
Life is a war.
You have to fight to get what you want, you have to fight to become the person you want to be. You have to fight to put food on the table, to be fit, to accomplish goals, to take care of your body.
The hustle, as they say, never ends.
Of course, you might be inclined to use one of life’s many crutches: to have someone else take care of your needs, to dream of retirement, to dream of winning the lottery or reaching Heaven. Continue reading
Imagine sitting at the edge of this great abyss. Around you, people are flying. Leaping off from the edge, falling for a while, then soaring much higher than before. You ask yourself how is this even possible. It’s not. That’s the beauty of it.
From the edge it is impossible to understand the forces at work. Yet most people spend their lives doing that. They are afraid of falling. What if the falls breaks them and they’ll never get back up? They’re afraid of flying. What if they soar so high that the sun burns their wings? They’re afraid of spending their lives having never leaped over the edge.
They waste their years being afraid of all these things. And they sit at the very edge, thinking to themselves it is safer this way, yet the fear makes it impossible for them to enjoy where they are. Also, look at all these people flying!
What makes them different?
What does it take to leap from the edge?
You know the expression “leap of faith”? Continue reading
“Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ― David Ogilvy
Your brain is designed to keep you safe. To help you survive. If you ate, if you have a place to sleep, if you feel safe, then your brain will trick you into thinking that’s all you can achieve.
You’ll be able to rationalize why you don’t have the kind of life you want, or why you are not who you want to be.
But there’s a big difference between living and surviving.
The truth is that it does not matter. Any of it.
You’ll either wear out or rust out. The choice is yours. It always was. Continue reading
One of my favorite quotes goes like this: “Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.”
Ambrose Redmon wrote that.
Fear is an impulse, or like the tattoo on my arm states, “Fear is the mind killer.” Frank Herbert wrote that.
What does fear have to do with anything? Well, it has a lot to do with how I became a writer. Continue reading