Ironically, I can tap into fulfillment by intellectualizing futility. The cosmos will expand and contract, rendering all my concerns into laughable insignificance. My worries will wash away in a river of time. So I’ll relax into simple pleasures—the feel of hot water on my skin, green trees that rustle in the sun, cool blankets sliding against me.
When I intellectualize my actions into monumental struggles, I am often unable to viscerally appreciate, even when I’m “winning.” My enjoyment is tied to a narrative where I’m constantly fretting over my relative position, which is always being eroded by imagined opponents and unrealized circumstance.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
That’s exactly how it all fucking works. (raising a glass) Here’s to freedom of the mind. Hooyah
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Big ol’ double yes to this! Remembering this when I get all spooled up again.
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My worries will wash away in a river of time is such a great analogy 🙂
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Worry is overrated. Time is an artificial construct. Winning is never about the score.
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very nice 🙂
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Thanks!
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Love your descriptions of simple pleasures!
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Cool slidey blankets are the best!
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Surprisingly deep for a raving lunatic.
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Haha! Best compliment ever!
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nicely delivered!
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Thank you! 😊
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indeed!!
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