Chase novelty and risk effectiveness; chase effectiveness and risk morality. Being aware of context—and harmonizing with it—is the best method I’ve found so far.
Category: Musings
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Musings
Once “bad” habits are tamed and “good” habits fostered, it seems that the path to fulfillment is dependent on the ability to transcend the concept of “habit” itself and engage in whatever action that brings one closer to happiness (or, conversely, disengage from any behavior that has outlived its usefulness). Either approach at a moment’s notice, always faithful that there’ll be new opportunities around the corner.
Musings
I believe the ability to navigate large-scale projects is largely dependent on consistent action, evidence-based assessment, and the personal willingness to adjust to that evidence. Without those, projects become even more dependent on luck than they already are, and the opportunity to sharpen your mind through the endeavor is severely diminished.
Musings
Most people try and tailor external circumstances around their mental operating systems. For individuals with a high caliber of talent/luck, they can keep this up indefinitely. For the rest of us, it seems that reality will give us clues to look inward and upgrade our systems. It seems to me that people who ignore those clues steadily weave a web of denial, instinctively fleeing any hints that they have to hold themselves accountable. (I think this is how people eventually become old, bitter, and trapped in stagnant behaviors) Those who heed the clues may or may not achieve an upgrade, but they can at least say they tried. I don’t think this choice (or any other, for that matter) is a reflection of someone’s worth; only an indicator of past experiences and the preferences that those experiences generate.
But personally, I’d like to try and live life outside of that web of denial.
Musings
(win or learn) or lose.
Musings
I know we have to honor our designs—the talents/scars/inclinations that give us clues on how to act on a day-to-day basis. But when I go to bed at night, I try to remember I’m nothing but a brief idea projected through a hodge-podge of light and matter for a snapshot of time…
And man, when I remember THAT? I sleep the soundest damn sleep ever, and the next morning, I’m ready to honor my design once again.
Musings
Some venerate their dreams by waiting years for the just-right circumstance, the just-right alignment of opportunity. If that produces something worthwhile, then by all means, do it that way. But more often than not—from what I’ve seen—it doesn’t. I don’t believe the best way to honor my dreams is to anxiously wait, hoping for the exact right circumstance (unless that’s part of a strategy that’s aimed at timely results).
I believe the best way to venerate my dreams is by getting to work on them.
Musings
I think once the author stops trying to force-write the thing they’d originally intended to write, it opens the possibility for their material to evolve into a better story than they could have ever imagined.
Musings
Once it hit home that the matter in my body was formed from exploding stars, that it was billions of years old, and before the birth of the Universe matter and energy may not have even existed (there might not have even been a “before” because time as we know it was instantiated by the creation of our universe), I saw that I should apply myself in the most enjoyable way that I know how, and that I should sleep soundly at night.
Because I really am just a speck of dust in an illusory playground.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 