Tag: Buddha

To power your way to dreams/achievement/etc., you can use whatever fuel you want: anger, love, duty, futility, obsession, positivity…Some fuels, though, will leave residue, and eventually become toxic.   (The cleanest burning ones, IMHO, are discipline and clarity.)

Rules of Writing Fiction, IMHO (in order of importance):  1.  Reader must be [entertained/uplifted/sad/furious/FEEL SOMETHING].  2.  Reader must understand what is happening.   Everything else—and that includes grammar, punctuation, etc. etc—is a supporting element.  You can take them or leave them according to how well they serve Rules 1 and 2.

I’ve seen meditation/psychedelics/positive thinking/logic/etc fail to carry people.  IMHO, if life is athletics, these are all separate elements that can enhance your game. Conditioning, good diet, good recovery. But you can’t rely on any one thing to carry you without the basic skill work—honesty/accountability with oneself, courage to push outside comfort, and of course:  DISCIPLINE.  The…

We’re tied down by physical/societal necessities, so in order to follow our dreams, we must be strategic.  Sometimes it works to just leap—live in your car/risk your life/etc—and if your spirit is honed, and your ego is tame, then for that instance, you will be carried.  But eventually, the ability to apply discipline and critical thinking…

Obsessing about being The One Who Comes Through In A Clutch is futile; stray bullets, car accidents, badass opponents…hell, even meteors can screw up our efforts.  But what isn’t futile is the TRAINING; training is a blow against laziness/dull thinking/indulgence—a blow against the ego itself.  It needn’t be drudgery either; the game can be switched to:…

It is possible to draw energy from all sources—positive AND negative.  And it is possible to become blinded by either end of the spectrum.  Navigating these polarities requires ruthless honesty with yourself. This will ensure that you’re a clear channel, rather than a muddied dam.

Poetry/philosophy/ideas are the inexhaustible ore of existence.  You can fashion them into tools, weapons, or marvelous engines of wonder.   Given this premise, it behooves me to hone my refining process, so that instead of a dull rock, I can hand someone a sparkling gem.

The slower parts of society are always trying to monopolize our time with junk code.  So let’s get to hacking.  Let’s use creativity/perspective/discipline to gain minutes here, an hour there, so forth and so forth. Eventually these “walls” will become hurdles, then surfboards, and after that…hell, we’ll have a blast riding the malleable waves of existence.

I can be told every kind/encouraging word possible, but in the end, I will do it or I won’t.  Whether I succeed is out of my control; the only thing I can control is my intensity and my effort.  I’ll be damned if fault is found in either.   (I’ll also be damned in a…