Work-life balance. Financial freedom. Self-help. Motivation. Lifestyle advice.
The “ten minutes” this or that. The “five steps to” this or that. The easy way. The shortcut you never knew needed.
Building a life you’re proud of.
Somehow managing to come up with more than twenty four hours in a day, so you get to do all the things you want to do. Yay!
There are an awful lot of gurus out there telling you that life can be easy, if only… Continue reading
People often think of success as a singular moment. It’s not.
Think of it this way. One day you get sick and tired of always being sick and tired by the way you look. You can’t stand seeing yourself in the mirror, so you decide it’s time to go to the gym.
You work out for a day or two. What happens after that? Do you see any results? Do the people around you?
If nothing changed, are you a failure? What happened?
Do a lot of people give up because after one, two, twenty workouts, there’s still no visible change? There’s no one to acknowledge their work? What if they quit, and then start over, and then quit again, and then start again… and one day, they just keep going?
If they keep working out, going to the gym, day in and day out, and then, one day, they look in the mirror and they go like, “Wow.” And all their friends and family congratulate them on what they achieved.
Is that the moment when they became successful? Or did everything before that moment lead to the moment when everyone else acknowledged their success? Continue reading
“You say you’re ‘depressed’ – all I see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.” – David Mitchel
Loneliness. It’s painful. It’s a disease. It’s as if there’s a wall between you and everyone else. It’s just you and the silence. Just you and yourself. It forces you to think. To remember. To feel. To remember what you’d never want to feel again.
Depression. Feels like drowning. With the added difference that you see everyone else breathing. It’s standing at edge of an abyss, staring down at the void, contemplating the idea of oblivion.
We often feel broken beyond repair. Hopeless. We see ourselves as unworthy of redemption.
I want to tell you that we are here to feel.
That is all.
Everything that makes you feel alive is worth experiencing at least once. Sometimes even twice.
It’s all so we develop a certain perspective. It’s so that we grow and become what we’re supposed to become.
So feel. Just feel. Just let it be. Just accept what is.
Let go. Continue reading
Do you know why people get bored?
Because they feel that what they’re doing isn’t something meaningful. Their focus shifts, their motivation gets depleted.
Most people fail to grasp the significance of any given moment. They fail to understand that we’re all given the same number of hours. Each day. Hours that, when wasted, are never returned to us.
You can sit in bed and act lazy and watch TV or whatever, but that time, sooner or later, you’ll regret it.
Most people don’t grind. Most people don’t fight. They grow complacent. They want safety and security. They want comfort. They want shortcuts and how-to guides. They want it easy. Continue reading
Our greatest fear is not that we will fall, our greatest fear is that we will live a full life and never fly.
We’re not afraid of dying, we’re afraid of dying before the world sees who we really are.
We were born with wings, yet most times we choose to crawl through life. Yet, when our wings get cut, we’re blamed for not being able to fly. Strange world. Strange world, indeed.
You have all the excuses in the world not to achieve your dreams, not to be who you’ve always wanted to be. They are all valid. And the world might even agree with you and understand your situation.
But does it really matter? Continue reading
I cannot stress this enough: I’d have to spend the rest of my life writing about it. I’d have to record myself talking about it, I’d have to tell everyone I meet about it.
You can do anything you want!
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ANYTHING. Continue reading
It’s 1:23 PM on one of the most beautiful days of this year so far. I went for a long walk, but now I am seated at my desk, writing.
This is the process that defines who I am. The only thing I can do to figure out who I am, where I’ve been, where I am headed. Words are my passion, my fire, my reason to be.
Last year I wrote a novel. It took me a month of barely going out, barely eating, barely talking to fellow human beings. I have callouses on my feet from walking around the house in this strange daze. Half-asleep, half apart of a world that did not exist yet, but I had to write into reality. Continue reading
