“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.” – Vincent van Gogh
For something so essential to us, hope seems to be endless. It is renewed again and again.
Yet there was a time in my life when I had lost all hope.
How did I lose it all?
It happened fast. Or so it seemed. It happened in such a way that, as everything around me went crumbling down, all I could do was stare blankly. Like watching TV. Like being the observer of your own life. Like being in a car with an unknown driver taking you to a place you never even knew existed.
I had failed in love, in business, and in life in general. I had no friends, no money, and struggled with debilitating health issues. I thought this was the beginning of the end. And I just didn’t feel like going on. Continue reading
“Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?”
“Most people will spend their lives doing jobs that they don’t particularly enjoy, and will eventually save up enough money to stop doing those jobs just in time to start dying instead. Don’t be one of those people. There’s a difference between living, and just surviving. Do something that you love, and find someone to love who loves that you love what you do.
It really is that simple.
And that hard.” – John Connolly
I strenuously believe that most of us crave adventure. We want our lives to make us feel. We crave the bittersweet excitement brought on by uncertainty.
But we also want safety. And comfort. Just enough.
We are torn between “more” and “just enough.”
“It’s at the borders of pain and suffering that the men are separated from the boys.” – Emil Zatopek
Everybody wants to eat, but few are willing to hunt. Everybody’s got a plan, a goal, a dream, and they give up on it as soon as there’s an obstacle, a defeat…
The man who fears losing has already lost. The man who is afraid of getting punched in the face will never live life on his terms.
I used to be the archetypal nice guy. Trying to play nice, because I didn’t want to get hurt. Afraid to ask questions because I was afraid of being told “no.”
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, adverbs, regrets, and all sorts of people who never had the guts to do what they knew in their hearts was right.
Fear is such a debilitating disease. Continue reading
Most people wish for safety and comfort, and they wish their lives away. The more they want comfort, the more discomfort they seem to get. In fact, it is their minds that grow bitter, weak, frail.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward you can only connect them looking backwards.
So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.
You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path.” — Steve Jobs
Fourteen years ago someone read one of my stories.
They didn’t like it. They told me to give up and do something else.
And this made me angry.
“How long are you going to wait before you demand the best for yourself?” – Epictetus
One of the sad truths of life is that we often think of ourselves as nouns. Finished products. We try, we fail, and it means we’ll never be able to do it.
We get our hearts broken, and we decide we’ll be forever alone. No one will ever love us. We should just buy some cats and dogs…
Ever thought about the fact that you are born useless? A lump of flesh? You can’t even walk, can’t feed yourself. You’d be dead within a few hours, if left out all by yourself. That’s if you’re somehow lucky enough to even survive that long.
Remember how it felt to learn to walk? To talk? Of course not. But you did learn to do those things, and became quite good. Continue reading