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If you’re sprinting through tough shits!

This Thursday let’s be easy on ourselves, ae’.

Enough of deep philosophical shits!

This Thursday, let’s revisit our childhood days, those peanut-brain, cartoon network days  — days when our problems were seemingly simple ae’!

This Thursday, let’s navigate through few of the creative creation of Charles Schulz’s “Peanuts”

— of timeless art, of true love, of real friendship, and of helium humor.

Classics and never old, ae’.

p.s. “Snoopy, what would i do without a friend like you.” ~ Charlie Brown

This Peanuts strip was first published on August 24, 1955

This Peanuts strip was first published on November 16, 1964. 

This Peanuts strip was first published on August 2, 1985

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This strip is from June 17, 1965.

This Peanuts strip was first published on August 6, 1979.

This Peanuts strip was first published on February 9, 1989.

This Peanuts strip was first published on July 27, 1960.

The feelings behind Charles Schulz’s Little Red-Haired Girl stories in Peanuts were partly inspired by the music of Hank Williams.

Ane Burn – By Your Side

Caution: You don’t have to read Musicpervs!

Why do you even read anything that’s posted on this blog?

Because, by and large the contents here are profoundly personal and mostly tailored for honestly not-everybody! Plus, I don’t even know (let alone understand) — why anyone would give any fucks to go through this not-so-sexy private inventory of my life and take a pain in their fucking butt-hole to skim though the posts only to trash them later and eventually forget about them in the future.

Anyways, if you’ve decided to hold on despite my honest discretion; well, you know and I know that i’ve posted enough inspirational shits before.

Given the fact that the doses of inspiration don’t last for very long. That inspiration is not timeless, that Inspiration is fucking volatile. Blah! blah blah bleh!

So why sweat about it in the first place over and over again, right?

The answer my friend is: Despite repeated fucking annihilation of this beautiful, instrumental element — without-a-doubt, inspiration (a half brother to motivation ) is also at the same time a powerful and lethal and reliable and efficient catalyst — mostly to get un-dones done!

However, however, I suggest, don’t seek for inspiration at all but when it finally breaks in through the cracks, into your life, just fucking seal it, feed on it, breathe on it  — when it lasts!

Two examples.

First: Tim Grover – a bestselling author of Relentless: From Good to Great to Unstoppable, and most importantly, a credible trainer to some of the most elite athletes like Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, Dwyane Wade, and dozens of other top performing athletes, in his book, writes:

“I don’t care how much you can lift, how fast you can run, how many pull-ups you can do, or whether you can hit a three while blindfolded. There are only three things I ask of every client… Show up, work hard, and listen. That’s it. It requires no talent, no special genetics, or any skill whatsoever to show up, work hard, and listen.”

He adds,

“When I train my athletes, it’s a dictatorship with three rules: show up, work hard, and listen. If you can do those three things, I can help you. If you can’t we have no use for each other. I will bust my ass for you every way possible, but I expect you to do the same for yourself. I’m not going to work harder than you do for your benefit. Show me you want it, and I’ll give it to you.”

Second: my most cherished actor, Sir Robin Williams  who would’ve celebrated his 68th birthday on July 21, 2019, has few grains of wisdom to share about the real deal inspiration

You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.

 

Carpe diém (Seize the day) ~ Dead Poet Society

And lastly, on a parting note —

Mediocrity is a choice! Mediocrity is a disease!

Pondering:

Easy choice, hard life. Hard choices, Easy Life  ~ Jerzy Gregory

Don’t Give Up On Me – Andy Grammer

these past few months have been soul crushing for both of us.

💁‍♂️ so tonight, finally, here are couple of dozen songs (click on the links below) i’m sharing with you as I clank alone my full champagne glass to you for all the best and beautiful days that awaits for both of us.

p.s. doesn’t matter if you like them or not.😅

because, someone wiser than i pretend to be, once said, “What comes from the heart, reaches the heart!”

🌸 So, yeah! Love you girl 🌸

“i won’t give up on us” ~ jason marz

“and I will try to fix you” ~ coldplay

“we keep this love in a photograph” ~ ed sheeran

“nothing’s gonna change my love for you” ~ george benson

“it’s amazing how can you speak right to my heart” ~ ronan keating

“you’re in my heart” ~ celine dion

“I’ll be your hope, I’ll be your love, be everything that you need  … truly, madly, deeply” ~ savage garden

“your eyes look like coming home” ~ taylor swift

“you can save me from the man I’ve become” ~ back street boys

“i’ll be your strength, i’ll be your hope” ~ N Sync

“anywhere you are i’m near, anywhere you go i’ll be there” ~ chrish medina

“i’ll wait for you” ~ andy grammer

“I’d sing you to sleep” ~ prateek kuhad

“wish you were here” ~ pink floyd

“it must have been love” ~roxette 

“i could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love” ~ adele

“i can’t help falling in love with you.” ~ haley reinhart

“take my breathe away” ~ berlin

“you’re the only one I’ll ever want” ~ bryan adams

“I have loved you for a thousand years, i’ll love you for a thousand more ” ~ christina perri

“makes me feel i can’t live without you” ~ Rihana

“i love you, and i’ll love you all along” ~ nickelback

“i will rememer you ~ p.s. I love you”

“always” ~ bonjovi

and lastly,

“i just called to say i love you” ~ stevie wonder

Kin Leonn – There were days

How often do you think about your breaths?

How often do you breathe from your stomach and not the chest?

How often do you even care that you are actually alive?

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You. Us, an average human at rest takes about 14 to 20 breathes per minute, processing up 7-8 liters of air in that period, making roughly about 21600-26000 breathes in an entire day, which totals up to 11000-14000 liters of air per day. That’s a whole lot of air in and out our system. Amazing machine of us, isn’t it?

But again, how often do you at least take a minute or two and mindfully, blissfully, lovingly, intently  — breathe?

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Fucked? Hustling? Absentminded? Anxious? Passively scrolling through your phones? Lost in a thought spiral? Or absolutely deluded by your busy-ness mantra?

Well, if so, allow me to remind you that — now my friend, the number of breathes you take has declined to almost half, i.e., from 14 to 20 breathes per minute to 4 to 6 breaths and that too barely filling your thirsty lungs let alone the stomach.

You are basically, subtly, slowly, suffocating, contracting, straining and punishing your own body!

.          .          .

I am aware, I get it. I can totally, totally understand that we all have reasons to forget that we even breathe …. ….  but, what we also have to realize and digest and vomit and eat the fact that a mindless breathing comes at an unfair expensive price!

A lost sense of control.

A lost sense of senses.

A lost sense of the world.

A total lost.

Breathe from your stomach.

My friend.

Pondering…

Una Luna – || Vicolo

In this theatrical square of life, we’ve clearly misunderstood, misinterpreted and mis-cooked the art, the philosophy and the need for cluelessness or in other words ‘not-so-well-informed-curiosity’.

We fear to be found out that we don’t know stuffs, that we are not well-equipped
yet to solving all kinds of problems.

We mistake inadequacy, indecisiveness, insufficiency, incompetence for a weakness, for a disgrace, and for a hard-to-swallow shame.

And worst of all, in many occasions, we clearly mistake in making a dope-distinction between knowledge and the illusion of one. Because, more often than not — like our teenage brain, us; We genuinely, pretense over ‘I know everything’ or ‘ I’ve figured it out’ or sorts kinds of endemic.

But, there’s this thing called “The Wisdom Paradox”.

Which says the more we exercise on the ideas, facts, opinions, thoughts, presuppositions and prejudices, or say the more we dive into the real, deep depth of the matter — the more we are exposed to own our inefficiencies and the more we find our self serving biases run amuck,.. run blind, run naked.

Simply put, curiosity to explore more of known, unbeknownst territories; It is how we grow humble wings, and it is how we become less and less ignorant and more and more self-aware and counterproductive and listening kinds.

Even three of the scantiest, brightest folks of yesteryear advocates this paradox in the simplest manner possible:

 

“Some people are more certain of everything than I am of anything.” – Robert Rubin

 

“The more I know, the more i know i don’t know.” – Aristotle

 

“The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.” – Einstein bro.

 

I don’t know is not a weakness. Not a disease! It’s an opportunity. And, perhaps It’s a good problem to have.

And so, I will bask in my incompetence, in my deficiencies, in my ineptitude, knowing full well that, with every book I read, speech I hear, conversation I engage in, exposure to my own ignorance grows. And I learn. I act. I relearn. I improvise.

Again, I Don’t know unless driven by ignorance is a good head start for us all.

Luke Sital-Singh – Nearly Morning

To go far each year, you must do something significant each day. I wonder, how hard is it for people to understand this fundamental, simple, crystal.fucking.clear truth?

I wonder, why do we for f?ck sake, waste so much of our time and energy into creating problems for problems at the cost of our limited and priceless focus. I wonder why we just don’t w.o.r.k for one specific goal at.a.time, and stop wondering and dreaming and doubting and brashing, and fart-thinking and fart-questioning and complaining and whining and skepting and stressing. Holy Fu⊃king Lord, I wonder big time!

Just imagine, in your compos mentis, in your unfucked sane head, don’t you think that with all of those rubbish, far from reality, looping, looming, … those abstract thoughts per se — cluttering, corrupting and hijacking your beautiful-creative brain is already too much of work on your plate? I mean, when would you actually put in pure work hours provided all of that evil, precarious, procrastinatious, gullible, blinding, deceiving frictions — that’s been holding you aback from experimenting, from failing, from stretching and trusting yourself, and more importantly from growing and from doing never been done before shits!

 

I don’t understand, why for fuck sake, Thomas Edison’s credible quote, that Genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration or  Nike’s trademark ‘Just Do It.’ is so fucking hard for you to digest.

 

Broadly speaking, Greg McKeown’s, ‘Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less’, which deliberately tries to educate us to focus on a small number of goals and making a huge amount of progress towards them daily, rather than making little progress in a million different directions is so hard for you to root in.

Oh! Sure you talk mountains of problems, broad scale transformations and all those crappy, baseless, self-inflicted, ill fated, dubious, groundless ideologs and philosophies instead of making your main and an immediate situation better by taking the full responsibility of shits-to-do at hand. And work, and get invested into the challenge at the fucking hand instead of confusing w.o.r.k for pseudo work or a proxy.

Wrapping this up quickly: there is plain old school wisdom which bespeaks:  Always have a sheer appetite for crude, neat, and solid work and trust yourself and the process and be disciplined enough to keep that curious, ticklish snowball rolling. In other words, have faith and the trust in ‘The Snowball Effect’  , that those hours you spent working on the problems you are trying to solve will eventually pay.fucking.off.

I’m certain that someday, some fine fucking day ..all your answers will reveal itself, my friend.

Just Work! Learn. Unlearn. And re-learn. Sharpen your saw every dawn, every dusk. Scratch your own itch.

Fail. Fail again. Fail better. One day at a time!

Let’s work now!

Song Courtesy: @bishow_writes

Rhys Lewis – Keep Me Awake

3 Hours of blinking and restless cursoring.

Just as many, just so many words spilled.

In conscientiousness. From conscientiousness.

Like drops from the ocean turned into ocean from the drops.

But. Backspaced. Deleted!

Dry. Again.

And, whatever, whatever is left, still sings to me the songs of gratitude.

This quiet bewitching night,

This blissful acoustic vibrations. Vibe.

This saxophones sound. Sound at all.

This peace of beckoning chaos.

Only life!