Only when we've lost everything are we free to do anything
“special transmission outside doctrine,”
“not to establish language,”
“direct point to the mind,”
and
“seeing into one's nature and attaining the Buddhahood,
attempting to understand the meaning of life directly,
without being misled by logical thought or language
the denial of the ego,
the focus on interconnectedness in the universe,
the recognition of attachment as a source of suffering,
and the realization that human perception is faulty
when tidal waves hit, there are often people watching on shore. They see the disaster coming, see the horizon disappearing. They don't really see until it's too late. while it's good to plan for the worst, you can't really know how you'll handle it until you're smack dab in the middle of it, under the wave, trying not to drown. Disaster has a tendency to melt away everything else in life. So if you want to know who you'll be in a disaster, ask yourself, "Who am I now?" |
And what is a heartbeat if not a ticking clock?
A clock that's always counting down.
The heart beats until it can't. Our limbs move until they don't. Our brains imagine futures we'll never see.
We're struggling to overcome a simple, inescapable truth: everything ends.
But for every clock that counts down, another restarts.
Time goes on, and when one thing ends, something new always begins.
"Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should."
That's how records are broken, how moons are stepped on, diseases are cured, by people who are willing to try.
We call these people innovators. Fearless. Genius. We call them reckless. Thoughtless. Dangerous.
It's hard to know which one we are.
It's hard to know if what we're doing is just crazy or if it's going to change everything.
In the early days of medicine, surgical students would perfect their sewing techniques on tree branches.
Because when looking at an exposed bone in an amputation, human instinct is to recoil, not cut.
get out of the habit of listening to instinct.
So what about those times when there is no road map? Should we go with our gut then? If instinct is all we have, it's not always a bad thing. It can bring us wonderful places, joyful places.
And it can also serve an important service, 'cause our gut is usually what warns us when trouble lies ahead.
There is a portion of the cerebral cortex of your brain folded deep within an area between the temporal and frontal lobes.
It's called the insula and it's where desire starts.
The insula is only about the size of a pea, but what it triggers in our bodies, and by extension in our lives, can be epic.
We'd like to imagine that we're in control, but more often than not, the chemicals in our brain control us. The insula lights up and we're compelled to change our lives.
Compelled by longing.
Compelled by yearning.
Compelled by desire for more.
We've all heard the quote: "Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration."
Easy for Thomas Edison to say. He had all the good ideas.
Inspiration is not some mystical, unattainable thing. Inspiration is a seed. That seed turns into vision. That vision turns into a goal.
And hopefully, that goal turns into victory.
I said, hopefully.
In the course of one day, Job received four messages, each with separate news that his livestock, servants, and ten children had all died.
He continued to be a faithful servant. He still prays to God. He persevered.
Job's faith was tested and he passed the test. And for his faith, God rewarded Job with twice what he had before.
“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” That's what Jesus said on the cross before he died.
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
Job asked the question, too. But he kept the faith. And what did he get for it? Replacement children. PTSD.
Was it worth it to have been a faithful servant?
Or would it have been better to just curse God's name from the beginning? Where was God throughout all of Job's suffering and pain? He was winning a bet with Satan.
Makes you wonder where He is through all of the unfairness and inequity and cruelty in the world.
Where is He now?
"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional."
maybe they didn't mean physical pain.
Maybe they meant the other kind, the worse kind.
Maybe they meant the kind of searing, seething, boiling pain that tells you you're a failure and a fraud.
Suffering is optional.
That person didn't know what the fuck they were talking about.
Stuff comes apart.
An eggshell's never gonna come back together. A window will never unbreak.
It's called the second law of thermodynamics.
It's also called life.
Stuff rarely comes together, but it will always come apart.
Everything comes apart at some point. We all will. It's the law. It's what we're designed to do.
We have to face it and accept it, and try to hold it together, for as long as we can.
I don't do reunions.
I don't need to make superficial conversation with a bunch of people I barely remember.
If I wanna keep someone in my life, I keep them in my life.
Or, maybe it's just that I don't know how to get rid of them.
I don't do reunions, but I can see why people do.
They can make you feel like you haven't felt in a long time. It's comfy. It's familiar. It's kind of like coming home. You see how people turned out, if they realized their hopes and dreams, or if they have lost their hopes and dreams.
Or maybe you see that they have found what we all should find: brand new hopes and dreams.
We all have heroes.
People we look up to. People we aspire to be, who teach us how to be greater than we are because they are greater than we are.
They're great if we don't look too closely. 'Cause if we get too close, we realize heroes are just regular people. And regular people can fail us.
Our heroes aren't special. They're just people. They're like us. They're just trying to survive. They're trying to be happy. Trying to do better. Be better. Feel better
Heroes aren't more special, more courageous than the rest of us. After all, they're only human. They hurt. They break. They bleed.
But sometimes, every once in a while, when it matters, they get it right. And that changes everything.
A hero is only human, but that's the point. If they can do it, so can you.
So, you keep going. You don't give up. You stand tall. You fight.
You always show up to save the day.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
It's hard to admit when we're wrong, but even though everything looks fine, there's a problem.
Something is broken and you have to see where it's broken and set about fixing it or it's all gonna come apart.
Backaches, jaw pain, nausea.
In men, these things are probably exactly what they seem like.
But in women, they're all symptoms of a heart attack.
Sometimes, the symptom is hiding what's going on underneath. It's all in the way it presents itself.
What happens when the gloves come off and you stop hiding behind your mask? What's your next move? Do you take your best shot and see where it lands? Or do you hang back, wait a minute, and see if you get sucker punched?
It's your move.
You can either retreat or go out swinging,
so whatcha gonna do?
. Any day you wake up and your body's still moving is a good day.
You can start over. You can forget your past mistakes. You can make a new start. Live everyday like it's your last. All that crap they put on pillows and car bumpers, it's all true.
You're alive. Respect that.
Not everybody is.
We can start over. Every day, we get second chances to become who we always wanted to be. We can leave our past behind or we can learn from it and honor it.
We can decide.
It's never too late to change
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“I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.”
“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”