what if... you just do more of the things you love, you're good at, and that light you the fuck up
the stream falls over and over itself in a headlong rush to the valley floor. along its banks, the snow is melting, and purple and yellow flowers push up through the thin icy crust. all around life is awakening
big picture goals and dreams for life are awesome. i would argue that building a day-to-day, moment-to-moment experience of yourself and your life is... more awesome. life happens in the moment-to-moment. that's where you create the experience of lasting satisfaction and fulfillment. the cool thing is that the more skilled you get at living an awesome day-to-day life, the more likely you are to achieve those big life goals and dreams
my best ideas come to me during the 30 minutes before sleep at night and the 30 minutes after i wake up in the morning
she felt so full of happiness. the sensation of bliss was almost overwhelming. and yet, the events of the previous day had seemed incontrovertibly cruel and senseless. which version of life was true? were they both true? how could one moment be so terrible and the next equally beautiful?
1) develop a general understanding of who you are. this requires self awareness and varying degrees of life experience depending on the person. 2) get really fucking good at being that person. meaning, become the most vibrant, full of life, version of that person. 3) everything else pretty much falls into place
my goal is not maximum profit. it's not maximum power. it's not maximum fame. my goal is maximum aliveness. i want to be the most full of life, full of vitality, creatively expressed, delight filled version of myself - for my pleasure and the good of those around me
a restful night's sleep
a tasty breakfast
a body that feels good
morning sunbathing
a thought-provoking book
a hard-effort gym session
a nutritious lunch
work that is engaging
a walk in nature
afternoon sex
a delicious dinner
a slow, relaxing evening
the good life
open yourself to the magic of consciousness that exists beyond the physical structures of the brain, beyond the understood, the known and the explained
the street was eerily quiet. she glanced at the setting sun, then down at her watch. 5pm. the sun shouldn't set for 2 more hours. strange. where is everyone? and what is with all this dust? her fingers fidgeted on the grip of the blaster strapped to her waist
by any measure, his life had been very hard. and yet, somehow, he had maintained - and even grown - a deep, visceral, almost reverent appreciation for the magic and wonder of life. how? why?
life has seasons of winter - times of internal focus, rest, and preparation. these seasons are critical periods that support and enable the coming seasons of outward focus and creative expression