[This is part four of a series reevaluating some propositions that I perceived as crucial and important in my early thirties.] Proposition: I have about 112 hours of conscious life to live each week: wisdom dictates investing at least one of these hours to meditate on how I will use the remaining 111 hours. First …
[This is part one of a series reevaluating some propositions that I perceived as crucial and important in my early thirties.] Proposition: I cannot control people or situations, only my responses and reactions to them. I have nothing to leverage for my own happiness except my own attitude. Since writing the above paragraph in 2010, …
Do not write off realism for its curmudgeonliness. There is no greater hope than the latent joy residing in the anguish of complete honesty. After all, even nihilism is nothing but a floating signifier and, in this respect, it is synonymous with meaning.
The sooner you realize that you’re gonna be just another irrelevant footnote in the bargain bin of history, the sooner you can get on with the marvellousness of living your life.
Life is like a bus stop or a waiting room: you can complain about the wait, distract yourself until it is over, or figure out a way to make the most of it. Regardless, the wait is temporary.
I will not measure or quantify the meaningfulness of my existence by the scale of its global influence.
What if we don’t actually need what we are so desperately and frantically trying to get out of life?
What if instead of asking ‘How much do we need to be happy?’ we ask, instead, ‘How little do we need to be happy?’
Everyone hopes to live in a society that reflects and reinforces their values. This hope is universal. It is everywhere.
Tortoises only win when hares screw up.
Only an eye so foolish to claim that it has seen everything can claim there is nothing worth being seen.
What makes you you?
There are two ways of seeing everything.
Emotional reactions betray latent expectations.
Could one of the most popular slogans of our time be a Trojan horse that is eroding our appreciation for real work?