Shit I’ve learned about myself, 34th Edition
The biggest revelation of 34 has been this: I have no fucking clue what I want in life.
The biggest revelation of 34 has been this: I have no fucking clue what I want in life.
Every year, I write myself an essay of gratitude on Thanksgiving.
This year, I think I am too nerve wracked by anxiety to string anything philosophical together.
I’ve thought a bit about the interplay between shit and the sublime over the course of my travels. But it’s only over the last week that I’ve come to truly appreciate the essential role that shit – whether figurative or literal – plays in the cultivation of a rich, meaningful existence.
The first time I heard about meditation, I wanted to throw up. Though I’m sure that had more to do with the shots of Jameson from the night before. I was sat in a cab with the CEO of the PR agency I worked at, on our way to give a presentation to a room […]
I’m a little risk averse. And I’m kind of afraid of heights. Yet somehow, I’ve never been afraid of taking great leaps. It’s the thrill of the unknown. The possibility that I will come across something I’ve never seen before. The opportunity to pull off some piece of old self and reveal something new and […]
Birthdays are the one day of the year where we can ask for – perhaps even demand, as long as it isn’t in the style of Veruca Salt – the things that will bring us great joy and delight, even (and especially) if they are a little absurd, without any question of utility or aesthetic taste.
I was raised to believe that love – primarily maternal, in this sense – had to be earned.
The hugs felt a little warmer when the grades were good. The beaming sense of pride felt a little brighter when I managed some athletic feat. The sense of serenity felt a little more secure when my room was tidy and everything was in its place.
“Daniel – you seem to often know what the right thing is in a given situation. So why is it that you still then elect do the opposite, i.e. dumb shit?”
The preliminary task I had set for myself was among one of the most monumental (and needlessly pressure-filled) objectives I’d ever contrived:
FIND YOUR PURPOSE.
As it turns out, creating authentic and sustainable change is an arduous, laborious and often painful process.
It’s a lot like pulling weeds, in fact.