“People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.” – Alain de Botton
They say irony is the song of a bird who has learned to love its cage.
They also say that none are more hopelessly enslaved than those who believe themselves to be free.
We all live in a cage. We all perceive the world around us as limiting. The bars of the cage are all the people who tell us to be realistic, to be this or that, to aim lower, to please others.
To make one compromise after another.
People who tell us that we’ll never make it.
I say, rattle the bars. Continue reading
Imagine meeting what romantics like to call “a soulmate.” Someone who you never even dared ask the Universe for. Someone you never even had the courage to dream up into existence. You stare them in the eyes, and reflecting back at you is the best version of yourself possible. Who you’ve always wanted to be, but never had the inner fortitude to become.
Imagine meeting someone you never even knew needed, but now it’s almost impossible to live without them. Continue reading
“People should know when they are conquered.
Would you, Quintus? Would I?” – Gladiator
There are many things you can do to another person. You can defeat them, time and time again, you can conquer them, control them, inflict pain upon them. But you can never destroy them. Not entirely. They tend to hold on to that last remaining piece of their humanity, not matter how broken their hearts are, and they don’t want to let go.
People don’t know when they’re being conquered. They just can’t accept a definitive defeat.
And, yet, in a world where so few have what it takes to be brave, in a world where few are capable of recognizing courage, there are a lot of people who’d like to avoid fighting any battles at all. They stare at the mountain and they say to themselves that there’s no point in trying to climb to the top. They avoid conflict at any cost. Continue reading
“The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.” – Eric Hoffer
Others: a simple word used to describe people. A lot of them. Every single human being on this earth besides yourself. Others. At times they seem too many, too angry, too bitter, too selfish. Too stupid. Other times, it just seems they just packed they’re gone.
It depends on you, actually. 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 halfway through my 27th year on this Earth. You know, artists are notorious for dying at this age. The infamous 27 Club.
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
“Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.” – Ray Bradbury
Even though it doesn’t feel like it, we spend most of our lives waiting. We find ourselves at one end of a dark tunnel and we wait for someone or something to take by the hand and lead us toward the light on the other side.
We spend our days wishing for better ones. Continue reading
To paraphrase Hemingway, the goal is not to be better than anyone else, but to become better than your former self.
Because the truth is that there’s someone out there who’s better than you at anything you can imagine. It’s just how it is.
You can as competitive as you like, but you’ll only become bitter whenever you’ll be defeated.
The trick is to compete with yourself. To outgrow who you used to be, to push past your own limits and fears.