Tag: Buddha

Many think of themselves based on their intentions…but the world reacts primarily to actions.   Evolution means lessening the dichotomy between these two things.

Most subscribe to a philosophy that gives them alternatives to leaving their comfort zone.  But making use of ANY philosophy means staunchly resisting these alternatives.  Making full use of a philosophy means placing evolution first and delving deep into growth… Regardless of whether it’s comfortable or not.

Perhaps—given the infinity of time and space that stretches before us—everything is BS. Well if that’s the case, then I’m gonna try and make the most entertaining/uplifting/emotionally charged BS that I can.

Writers make a living off being honest with themselves, constantly digging at and questioning their understanding of reality… So that they can spin the most wondrous lies.

We’ve all been scarred from taking leaps of faith that didn’t work.  Ironically, I believe that the best way to heal those scars is to learn from them, laugh at them…and take another leap of faith.  Because if we’re fated to die, there is ultimately nothing to lose. And everything to be gained.

As a writer (or any kind of artist), have some crazy ass beliefs.  You need them in order to party with hard-boiled detectives, cyborgs, killers, elves, cowboys…what have you.  That other stuff?  Those mundanities that keep people ensconced in drudge and toil?  For the writer, those mundanities are parts of a game that must be played.…

When the world is against you, you are presented with many opportunities.  Among them are self-pity and training.  Training for what, though?  More  “Toughness?”  Or  “Character?”  Given the opposition, I try to set my sights a little higher. When the world is against me, I see it as training to conquer the world.  😉

You and I—like most people—have amazing ideas.  But unlike most people, I hope that you and I will exhibit the drive to follow through on them.

It is by default that I apply myself, for as I grow older, there seems to be no more horrifying fate than to have faded away with a mouthful of empty, dusty promises about how I was going to do better the next day.