I see failed attempts as planted seeds. By watering/fertilizing them with careful examination and by diligently planting enough of ’em, they eventually bloom into trees laden with the fruit of success.
Always be investigating, always be going for something.
I believe in the fantastical. But wondrous experiences become mundane/boring if done over and over, unless the spirit is trained to see each moment as unique. Too often do I see a disingenuous, slack-jawed worship evoked by outer glamour.
In actuality, I reserve such reverence for the sharpened perception that sees wonder in ALL things, regardless of their superficial dazzle.
We’re surrounded by a dearth of wisdom. It’s woven into every moment; every single mundane and horrifying event. Yet we insist on tapping it only in those prepackaged instances of “spiritual” occurrences, when it’s been configured for our convenience.
It’s not a lack of wisdom that plagues us, but an unwillingness to shift our perspective to see that there is no lack. Wisdom can be found everywhere, at all times.
Social media is deadly in its addictiveness, but not inherently. It’s the ADDICTION we have to watch out for. So yesterday I decided to take a break. You can feel when this is necessary, when you literally have physical urges to feed your addiction. When you feel agitations and you almost ITCH when you abstain from it. I think the key is to recognize when it’s time to take a break so that it only takes a day or two to reset from it, rather than having to derail weeks or months of life in order to get back to center. Man, I feel refreshed.
I’ve sabotaged myself for much of my life. Instead of taking action/doing the right thing I’ve often justified it by feeling guilt, or with phrases like “At least I’m not as bad as him/her,” or by prioritizing irrelevant things, or by making a joke of my laziness. All so I can ignore what I’m supposed to be doing.
As I grow older, I’m dedicated to hunting that internal saboteur. To giving him no quarter, stripping him of all power, so that I can let myself be whatever I’m supposed to be.
Life makes hypocrites of us all at one point or another. Two choices:
I’ve heard that true competition is with oneself…BUT: If we’re too easy on ourselves, then we won’t be strong enough to provide/care for others. If I’m not up to par, it’s unacceptable to take twenty years to improve by a minute fraction, especially if others depend on me.
So when competing with myself, I try to be more exacting than any outside competitor. Not harsher, necessarily, but I try to be as ruthless/merciless as possible in making sure I’m doing my best and improving in the overall sense.
Accomplishment is reachable by following the structures/ways that others perceive as leading to value.
Greatness however, entails creating or changing the perception of “value” itself.
I suspect the Universe notices effort before people do. So even if nobody pays attention to my projects, I still act the professional. I show up on time, I do the work I’ve assigned myself, and if something’s not functional I ditch it.
Before I ask for outside acknowledgement as a professional, I seek to show the Universe that I already am one.
The honed spirit has cultivated the ability to enjoy all things, and get entangled by none of them.
Q: How often does a “once-in-a-lifetime” event occur?
A: Every single moment.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 