“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
What are you going to do about it?
Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, “No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
We all act differently around certain people, because we want to impress them, or maybe because we simply don’t want to dissapoint them. And sometimes, indeed, we can’t figure out who we really are.
I once wrote that our freedom is limited only by what we believe to be the perception others have about us. If we’re afraid the world won’t like us for who we really are, then we try our best to “behave.” Continue reading
Self love is tricky. It sounds simple. It sounds like an easy thing to do. It sounds as if there are a bunch of cliches that get shared around on social media.
It sounds as if it’s about working out, eating right, drinking water, and getting plenty of sleep.
In fact, self love is pretty much like this:
“To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.”
― e.e. cummings
Every once in a while we all have to face what might seem as an impossible task. Truth be told, there isn’t a single person on this world who, when faced with the impossible, can’t recognize it, but at the same time, there isn’t a single person on this planet who can accept it.
But the way we react to the impossible ultimately depends on how much we want to conquer it. We might accept the challenge or we might give up without a fight. You see, when we feel we don’t have enough time to complete a certain task, we tell ourselves it’s impossible. If something hasn’t been done before, it’s impossible. We’ve got a million rules and laws that tell us how this world works. And we label what we don’t understand as “impossible.” Continue reading
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds” – Edward Abbey
They say the top of the world is a lonely place. They also say it’s a dangerous place to be, mostly because, even though the view is amazing, you can’t really see how high you’ve climbed.
But maybe it’s all an illusion. Maybe we never reach the top, we just think we do. Maybe life’s just a road, and there are no destinations: an endless journey towards an imaginary destination. When it’s good, when it feels good, we’re on top; the world is ours. When it’s bad, really bad, we’ve reached rock bottom. And we want to go up, where nothing can hurt us anymore.
Let me ask you a simple question: the easy way or the hard way? The shortcut or that crooked, winding, lonesome, and dangerous trail? The struggle or the victory? What makes you really happy?
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.