I suspect that the vast gulf between what I am now and what I am destined to be is designed to eat at me…and that the only remedy is to attempt crossing that gulf every day, and to try to go faster with each step. This, I have found, is the only way I sleep soundly. Maybe I’ll never cross that gulf…but no matter; I consider myself blessed for that deep peace that comes over me as I drift into slumber.
Today, like every day, I’ll strive to set an example for myself. I do this so that I do not look to others for self-validation.
It’s not simply about getting back up when you’re knocked down; endlessly repeating that makes you a punching bag that’s cracked and split at the seams. It’s about that beautiful moment of possibility after you get hit…that moment where you’re charged with momentum and you can use it to regain the upper hand.
That moment can be fun as hell.
I used to have a problem with the whole “be in the present moment” thing, but I’m coming to suspect that it’s not so much about locking into my surroundings, but accepting things as they are, and being open to the spontaneous rise of opportunity.
By default, we become better at what we choose to practice: It could be procrastination, it could be diligence, it could be want, or…
It could be fulfillment.
Sometimes I’m motivated by possible greatness, sometimes by fear of mediocrity, but my most productive moments are powered by a focus so pure that it crosses into ecstatic delight.
Identity is incredibly addictive and understandably so; the reward/punishment loops reinforced to us—as well as the expression of our genes—make us extremely invested in who we think we are. But when we loosen our identities, when we make ourselves malleable and dream of becoming greater things, that’s when we actively unchain our minds.
It is not just a thing for artists or actors; the ability to move between identities is what destroys dogma and allows one to constantly evolve.
On respecting the reader’s time: If I can’t make it awesomely entertaining, I at least try to make it informative and quick.
So that they can get to the awesome entertainment.
I’m starting to realize that you can pick apart the believability in pretty much anything. So in writing, it’s not so much about making everything believable, but making it so damn cool that people WANT to believe.
Perhaps we have free will and perhaps we don’t. What is evident is that because of [birth/expression of our genes/etc.], we don’t have COMPLETE free will. Now I COULD use this premise to worry/fact check everything to max my “free will,” but I prefer to use it as an excuse to be as compassionate as possible…
Because I’m not really sure what goes into making each individual.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 