If you Google your symptoms, you may find you have hypochondria. I don’t know if anyone ever died from hypochondria, but it’s sure wasted a lot of life.
To cure hypochondria, unplug your modem, take a walk outside, and look at some ants.
Ants don’t worry about getting stepped on. They go about their lives in bliss and if they get stepped on, well that’s about it. Most of the time they don’t even know they got squashed (on account of it being a sudden death and all.)
But even if it does turn out to be a slow, painful death, no ant ever wasted its good days worrying about the next step.
Lately this blog has been feeling like a “to-do,” an annoying thing I have to get out of the way as opposed to a creation that makes me feel better once I complete it.
I want to drop it, but I never stick to anything. So even though I don’t tell anyone it exists – and some of them are non-sensical, non-value-add posts, I gotta keep on keeping on.
Keep writing. A break through is around the corner.
Quick update. While I don’t create these non-sensical posts anymore, I do work on other blogs that have a point. For instance, this post on voice deepening exercises and this PKC Poker review are blog posts with a purpose.
He knew he’d gone soft once he started joining men’s groups.
At first it was simple things, like online forums where guys would pass around job leads and the occasional piece of advice. Then some local meetups, next a few weekend getaways.
Now he’d leave his wife and kids for weeklong camps, where guys would get together just to talk about what made them happy.
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.
It’s time to go back to Los Angeles so we pack our bags, fill up our rolling metal box with liquidated dinosaurs and take to the road.
By the way, a robot landed on Mars today.
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.