Tag: Thoughts

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…

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…

(win or learn) or lose.

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…

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…

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.

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…

IMHO, one should never get hooked on having a boss, leader, or teacher.  They’re only there to offer you advice and support so that in the long term, you will experience the glorious privilege of not needing them, and the dubious honor (and enormous headache) of possibly having to be one.