He wanted to be a hero, but he lacked a special potion.
Luckily, there was a potion in the pit and a potion on the hill.
The pit seemed easier, so he tied one end of the rope to a tree stump and the other end of the rope to his ankle and lowered himself down into the pit.
Unluckily, the further he descended, the lower the potion in the pit would sink. It was always just out of reach.
Luckily, he realized he would never truly grasp the potion in the pit and began to make the now even longer ascent up the hill.
We’re all born buddhas, not hustlers.
We have a beginners mind. Open and receptive to all things. No judgement, just pure wonder.
However, the hustler begins to grow quickly once we learn we must ‘hustle’ to get what we want. The boob, the toys, the friends, the boobs, the grades, the job, the money. **Ding** The Money — that’s what drives the hustler, and that’s not a bad thing.
The buddha is beautiful, but he’s left behind in the real world. Tip too far toward the buddha (like I did – living free out of a van playing music) and you’ll lose your place.
Tip too far toward the hustler (like I am – grinding hard at a startup that’s grown 600% in the last year) and you’ll lose your soul.
You can remove yourself from the world and go live in a monastery or dive right in and win at all costs as the Wolf of Wall Street, but me, I’m striving to find balance.
To be joyous, relaxed, and content while also fighting the necessary battle to get ahead in the modern world. I’m trying to grow into my higher self. To sit at the pinnacle between the two points. Between The Buddha and The Hustler.
When you’re trying too hard to make other people feel comfortable, they feel uncomfortable.
Instead of stressing about making them feel comfortable, you just have to feel comfortable yourself and then, given relatively normal circumstances, they will ease into your comfort bubble.
Just a thought as I’m talking to me as she breast feeds her baby.
I hope I’m not trying too hard to make her feel comfortable.
“He kept saying, ‘Be Here Now’ and when I asked, ‘Be where now?’ He kept giving me those stupid answers like, ‘The only place you can be, here and now.’
I bought his book and everything. Nothing!
It pisses me off, because I’m genuinely putting in a lot of effort to become enlightened and stuff.’
“Ohh Hmm, have you ever tried imagining an arc of positive energy running from the middle of your forehead, down through the center of your skull, opening your throat as it passes into your chest, where it then expands to form an inner cage of positivity that stops your worries, wants and fears from bubbling up to the surface?”
“Hey, I’m here now. I gotta go. I’ll call you back once I’m out.”
She started with her face. That’s where she felt it most. Well, maybe, but it was too risky to cut into her chest.
The cage would sit an inch behind her skin like an internal cast.
The cage was meant to hold back the pressure. She couldn’t take any more of the pressure. Desire would slam into the inside of her skull and give her headaches. All of her blood would rush to the front of her body, driving her forward in a horizontal free fall toward god knows what. It had to stop.
She had tried giving into desire, obtaining what it wanted (when she knew what it wanted) but that only awoke stronger desires. Worse headaches.
Now, on the brink of insanity, she was cutting into her face. Building a cage to keep tomorrow at bay. Goals, worries, wants, all of it, quiet and contained an inch below the surface.
It would be painful. But if it worked. It would be worth it.
She couldn’t take any more of the pressure.