Category: Musings

Perhaps we are born with internal guidance–a compass that transcends external metrics, that can guide us through societal standards, and let us know when to conform or diverge. Perhaps fulfillment isn’t dependent on chasing metric after metric, checking off box after box, and is more a function of conscious allowance: settling into the present moment,…

Many seem intent on condemning themselves, even though they’re with that same self every hour of every day; through ingestion, excretion, every second of sleep, and in other private moments. No one but you sees the entirety of your existence, from mundane to profound to exciting to routine. I’d rather not spend energy beating myself…

My view of abundance is that it isn’t just about resources and time, but an abundance of possibility–I believe good can become bad, but more importantly, that bad can become good. Practically, that boils down to staying present and open, so my creativity, imagination, and spontaneous inspiration can sync with my perception and plans. Instead…

I used to put great weight in originality, until I realized everything is original by default. (Even if there’s seemingly a repetitive event, nothing has occurred in the exact same universal configuration of particles and energy). So i shifted focus to whether something felt personally engaging–whether its tone and delivery sparked inspiration and resonance. Who…

How much do I want to loathe and condemn, in search of an abstract promised land that hides behind unending problems, supposedly deserving of my unending hate? I hope not as much as I want to be present, and framing our transient and mysterious existence as adventure, opportunity, and healthy engagement with growth and challenge.…

For much of my life, I reveled in the seeming power of righteous anger, channeling my intellect and creativity into fiery condemnations. After a while, I began to notice the toll it took on my sleep and well-being, paired with a nonstop churn of dissatisfaction and lack. And then I decided I wasn’t meant to…

I’ve paid all kinds of tributes in the quest for fulfillment. Time, money, pain, worry…as the years pass, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s more about letting myself relax into the present moment, rather than forcing the present moment to fit into preconceived criteria.