You’re NOT Human!

Disclaimer: I decided to change the direction of this blog. I have been asking myself what topics to write about, how to go about all of it, and I finally made up my mind. Since this blog has my name of it, it’s going to be a bit more personal, but not in a boring way. I’ll be writing mostly about my struggles, the things I had to overcome, my obsession with bettering myself, how I quit certain bad habits, my fitness journey, and stuff like that.

I’d like to call this “The Dash Project.” You know… there are two dates and a dash on a tombstone, and that dash represents all that you have done in your life. I’m going to make that dash count.

After I quit smoking, I decided to once again go to the gym. I bought a gym membership, and the first thing I did was run on the treadmill…

A few minutes of running, my heart rate reached 160 BPM, and I felt chest pain so intense I had to stop. But the next day I was at it again. And the next day, and the day after that.

I have been working out every single day for three months now. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And I haven’t been doing it to look good naked, so women find me more attractive, or to post videos of my lifts on Instagram. I am doing it for my brain. Continue reading

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Resilience

strength“You never know how strong you are… until being strong is the only choice you have.” – Cayla Mills

I’m going to tell you something no motivational speaker would ever dare tell you: genuine strength can’t be taught, learned, bought, borrowed, or understood. Genuine strength, defined as the ambition, courage, and stamina to do whatever you want to do most in this world comes from the realization that you are the only one who’s going to pay the price for success.

That is it.

You really don’t need someone to keep you motivated, someone to keep an eye on you so you don’t become lazy. There’s no point in doing something if you can’t do it by yourself, for yourself, because you can and want to.

I enjoy watching those motivational videos on Youtube, or reading about this or that person who reached a breaking point in their life. I like to read about struggles that makes us human. But it never really helped me achieve anything.

The truth is, you have to do this by yourself. The moment you can’t find any more excuses, the moment you can’t blame anyone else for your mistakes, that’s when you can either give up or try again. You can run and hide, or simply try to take over the world.

It’s really simple. Continue reading

Dark Night of The Soul

“Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Life is a matter of perspective. What we call reality is limited to how much we perceive. Or how we perceive. Or what we want to perceive.

Events in themselves are meaningless. We attach a certain meaning to them, we choose what we feel, think, and how we react. Continue reading

Imagine

imaginationmotivationSuch a wonderful gift the world has given us… the power of imagination. We can make anything up in our minds. Create anything at all. Re-arrange elements, add or subtract…

It is said we spend about 30% of the time daydreaming. It is said we fall asleep imagining perfect scenarios…some times we sleep with them inside our heads too.

Tonight I’m going to tell you how imagination can help you get everything you ever wanted. Continue reading

I was HERE

“Above all else, it is about leaving a mark that I existed: I was here. I was hungry. I was defeated. I was happy. I was sad. I was in love. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I had an idea and I had a good purpose and that’s why I made works of art.” – Felix Gonzales-Torres

When we think of human needs we think in terms of hunger, cold, thirst, the need for shelter, or for human connection.

Something like that.

We don’t think that we have this paradoxical relationship with death… our own brevity scares us so much that we want at least a small part of us to endure… we want to stanf at the edge of the abyss and shout out at the darkness that our own mortality will not diminish our light…

We also feel most alive when closest to death.

Life and death are not opposites. They are complimentary. To be alive means to acknowledge death, to slowly move towards it. Without one, the other would lose its purpose.

Without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

And to be mortal is a wonderful thing, as long as you spend your life fighting to build something you hope would last forever.

Yes, I am but a man. But I was here. And time itself cannot erase proof of my existence.

Never Stop Evolving

Almost four years ago I lost something important to me. I lost the pleasure to write. Struggling with depression, not wanting to admit this struggle, not willing to say it out loud that something had to change, I did my best to be self-destructive while hoping someone would save me from myself.

Truth be told, I’m not good at lying to myself enough to pretend that okay is good enough. That average is fine for me. That routine is something I enjoy.

I spent most of my childhood dreaming of the moment I’d grow up and assume the role and put a dent in the universe, and here I was, twenty something, lost, lazy, confused, and somehow feeling sorry for myself day in and day out.

I had lost myself, had lost the drive that got me this wonderful blog and a fantastic audience. Lost my hunger, my ambition, my desire to be the best possible version of myself.

I thought this was it. This was what I was going to be, this was all that I could be. Somehow, less than average. Some sort of… dreamer without the energy to do anything other than dream.

Everything felt too hard: working out, doing the work, aspiring for more, learning new things.

Twenty something years old and I felt as if I was too old to learn new stuff.

I was lazy. That was what I was. I wanted for things to fall on my lap or else pretended that I didn’t want them at all.

I dreamed of a future where I could be all that I had dreamt of being, but wouldn’t move a finger to make those dreams a reality.

If you’re like this, if there’s this stupid voice telling you that you can’t do something, please don’t listen to it.

If there’s a voice telling you that it’s okay to want things and accept you’ll never have them, do silence this voice.

You are not a noun, you are a verb. Continue reading

Do You Know Who You Are?

“We don’t know who we are until we see what we can do.” – Martha Grimes

Who are you? What defines you as a person? What qualities do you possess? But what about flaws? What do you want most in life? What are you afraid of the most?

If only it were so simple to answer those questions. A person is the sum total of all his experiences until the present moment. Experiences and reactions to those experiences. Not only the story, but the change that accompanied said story.

What I’m really trying to say is that we change. We become more and more what the world wants us to be, or we become more and more who we want to be. Either way, we change.

But I strenuously believe that we must set our own course, that we must aspire to be the kind of person we’d love to meet, even though it’s no easy task.