“The best climber in the world is the one who’s having the most fun.”
Alex Lowe – Mountaineer
Rema, Selena Gomez – Calm Down
I bet people
who’re fulfilled,
more satisfied,
who feel complete,
who’re for the most part cheerful, kind, gleeful,
people w.h.o.e.v.e.r gives you the vibe of utter positivity and genuine, heartfelt warmth,..
— more than anything, joy is at work.
Like they say, “Happiness is abstract.”
I mean what does it even mean when you say someone’s happier?
Because, happiness’s a lot of things. For riches, more freedom can be happiness. For dirt poors, a food on the table can be a happiness.
However, Joy’s objective. Joy is the blood to the heart.
Namaste.
In the frame: I and Samyog and his elder daughter Syra. We were just enjoying as we intently watched the Pacific water-waves hit the rock on the shore. The noise — loud. But therapeutical. Photo courtesy: Solution
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“You do not rise to the level of your goals. You fall to the level of your systems.” “Habits are the compound interest of self-improvement”
James Clear
Dimple – Sickflip, Mismatched
The one mistake we often make is to sleepwalk in the name of living. Mostly unnoticed, unaware.
Sleepwalk could be many things: Passively scrolling, scouring, vulturing on social media. Movies. Soaps. Youtube videos. Porns. Impulsive shopping. Wishful thinking. Bitching. Sleeping (or to be precise — pretending to sleep in the name of taking rest). We might as well give it a puff if we smoke. We might as well go partying, drinking if we’re outgoing.
Let’s be honest — we’ve all been there.
We’ve all wasted, we’ve all wearied ourselves a little more, a little less, a little too much exploiting, overspending, undervaluing the only non-renewable currency — Time!
Well, now we know, let’s change that :-
Let’s try to be as much unpredictable.
More demanding of time.
Challenge(s) hungry.
Pain thirsty.
Always grinding but enjoying the restfulness too.
Disciplined. However, at times throw ourselves into healthy recklessness that is good for our mind and spirit
Deliberately awaresome of our choices.
Purposeful.
Responsible.
Lastly, as in the words of James Clear, “The best way to break a bad habit is to make it impossible to do. And the best way to create a good habit is to automate it so you never have to think about it again.”
Let’s try to automate our life bit by bit, step-by-step.
You cannot do kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Emmit Fenn – We Could Have It All
Today’s post is specially dedicated to my grandmother (Emé)
Emé use to say, “Be nice, son! It gives you a lot many things for action that simple because the alternative is unbearably painful. You sometimes even would wish of dying!”
The day of that conversation as she was nurturing me as she was crying the same time is still as fresh in my mind today. It shall only die with me.
On the same note, a couple in their early 100’s who’ve been married for 82 years confronted; the pedestal of their larger-than-life-marriage has been fundamentally attributed to being nicer and respectful to each other.
Human by birth has been a social creature.
Today, I would disagree when someone says, “Oh! I can live on my own. Alone. I’ll be fine.” Well, there were times when I use to utter the same words. However, later only I’d know that it’s merely the ego speaking; It’s at core a low resolution, loosely constructed mindset — proxy-fueling our journey to fulfilling life’s finish line .
Fact is, human need human. Although, not too many!
Which is why, specially for a couple to remain a couple — be nice!
For a son to be a son — be nice.
For a friend to be a friend — be nice.
For a sister to be a sister or brother to be a brother — be nice.
For a human to be a human indeed. Be nice.
For I can’t stress this enough, being nice is so damn much under-valued and easily thrown out of one’s daily life experience.
It is remarkable how much long-term advantage people like us have gotten by trying to be consistently not stupid, instead of trying to be very intelligent.
Charlie Munger
Saar – Osho Jain
Did this come with the age?
Because, I really don’t know why I’ve been caring so much about financial literacy these couple of months or roughly a year.
I really don’t know why I think that having wealth of real-information about money, investments, savings, strategies, or generally speaking being the best with numbers — is a fc*ki*g super power!
And, I’ll be honest, I suck at managing my finances.
I am horribly, horribly poor at managing my money although I had always been careful about it. But then, caring about the money and managing it are two separate things; while caring for the most part is firmly tied to the emotional response, whereas managing is a different ball game of mind cum intellect for sure.
Which is perhaps why I’m trying to be less of a sucky on this one noble domain.
Trust me, even my youtube search-tree recommendations have be populated with mostly five things these days. One Messi or things that has to do with him. Two finance videos. Three chess. Four Jordan Peterson. And, five Joe Rogan.
I wonder where have my programming video recommendations disappeared.
Furthermore, as I was growing up, I read somewhere that said something along the line that It takes a great deal of skill and wisdom to save and to spend money. Well, without-a-doubt, I do both but at the end of the day I always struggle in having enough information about my own self-made silos where I put my money in — be it groceries, HSA, recreation, shopping, et cetera.
Definitely, my banking app does tell me where I’ve been spending bunch but I’ve been realizing that to be the best at the game of money — forethoughts and access to the right information (resourcefulness per se) is imperative!
Which … I clearly lack.
I am committed to Learning. Unlearning, and Re-learning Finance.
Gratitude is underrated. Gratitude flourishes more gratitude. Gratitude grounds you as you fly.
~ author
Rihaee – Suzonn
I’ve confessed multiple times that I come from a poor family.
A family where we had warmth within but were just.getting.by.
I remember I use to wish I had merely 50 rupees earphone (roughly equivalent to less than 50 cent in USD). And even the ones I had, I use to be creative around saving them because I knew I couldn’t afford another anytime soon.
I remember since we were 3 siblings, my mum (who use to take care of most of the households) use to strictly ration our lunch. Mostly it was the cheapest, large packets of the lowest-grade noodle with loads-many sands in it. There was this weird thing I use to feel (perhaps it was wishful thinking, maybe it was jealousy — I can’t exactly plant the flag) watching our cousins drink sodas and eat expensive (by our standard) snacks for lunch of their own.
I remember all three of us use to sleep on the floor of a small cramped up room.
I remember I use to wish we had good food on our plates which perhaps only happened when we attended parties.
I remember wishing for a pair of football shoe, wishing for a football of my own when we used to play football … passionately.
I remember wishing if I can afford one tennis ball when we use to play cricket … passionately.
I remember wishing for a nice bat when we use to play table tennis … passionately.
I remember wishing we could afford a bicycle when we use to watch other kids play.
I remember wishing if I can afford new books, toys, ipod shuffle or at least any forms of portable music player.
I remember going to one of my best friend’s (Samyog) house just to see his computer. It was love at first sight. In those times, computer was a luxury; Plus we had our first computer when i started my undergrad and having computer was a must for the course. That came out of a loaned money; So was my first laptop. It was refurbished but thought it was the best price. Thanks to Manish — my another best friend.
My parents still lives in a house made of mud that was maybe built a century ago. But, …. but It is also true that my parents consider themselves one of the happiest among the people around them. Fairly luckiest too. It’s still warm inside that house, in our humble family. This may come to you as funny, irrational, foolish but there was this one time incident where-in I didn’t reply my mum’s text with ‘mummy’ word appended in the end. I usually do but then at that instance perhaps I was in hurry or was handful with some errands. My mum confessed on our next immediate exchange that her heart sank when she saw that text. That’s how heart of a glass my mum has. I love that. It’s her way of educating, ‘little things matters’. Without any reservations I can say that despite our hardships and tough fate — we were warm inside because she was the fire! I’m sure all four of us would agree.
I remember going through rough and tough waves, can’t really tell if it was depression or something else but It’s still as clear to me today that at one point i felt that I had forgotten how to laugh, when to laugh, where to laugh. I’m not sure if you’re able to decipher this generalization of behavioral dilemma. In simple terms I meant to say I was f*cked!
Well, there are tons many ‘I remembers’ that brings me joy as I remember them and I wouldn’t change a thing of the past and the present.
It just swells my heart with utter sense of gratitude and humility to have come this far.
I’m potato. A good one. Maybe not. Maybe yes. Possibly both. ~ author
Je te laisserai des mots – Patrick Watson
Few House keeping.
It’s been a week of having unburdened myself from the clutches and craziness of social media apparatus by the name of ‘instagram’ — this lucious bad boy, girl, or whatever.
And, what has come out of this auspicious, long-calling change of habit?
First and foremost, constant temptation to download that glittery, candy-alike instagram.
Secondly, which was obvious to me — i.e.,Munching of Twitter sky-rocketed. I believe maybe it’s a spill-over phenomena. Well, for sure, I need to build a floodgate around my pacifying smartphone-use and instead try to squeeze more juice out of the free hours I’m getting.
I have been watching more chess-videos. For some reason that I can’t explain but myan, I’m hooked on this beautiful game for no obvious reason.
I’m back in the form — devouring as much organic information as I possibly can; as I’ve started to listen to more podcasts all the way to the end. One podcast in particular I enjoyed the most this week was The Joe Rogan Experience #1921 – Peter Zeihan.
I and solution both contradicted Covid. It’s still a mystery who’s the carrier but does it matter? No. What matters? Solution these days is laughing her ass out on my jokes. Precious, priceless times aé!
Furthermore, thanks to Aanchal (one of Solution’s best friends) who introduced me to the song I would want to die with, when I eventually die, of course. This song, the one that came with this post magically calms me down and lulls me to sleep. Beautiful stuff!
Are you honestly living the best version of the life you … possibly, possibly can? could’ve?
Does not necessarily have to be on the silk side of the happy case scenario! That means, if you’re suffering; if you’re going through the tough waves; if you’re going through the rough roller-costers of chaos; if you’re going through the grief and the pain of immeasurable magnitude; if you’re going through the alarming sense of emptiness, loneliness, meaninglessness. Then, suffer with Pride and Dignity! A capital ‘P’ and the capital ‘D’
However, only for the things that’s worth every dime of your energy or whatever you call it because i tell you it’s tempting to suffer for the foolish of reasons.
Hmmm… sure, I myself ask that question every-time I can, that If I’m honestly living the best version of the life i possibly.. ..possibly can. It sort of has become one of those compass I use to navigate through these unknown shit-tons of waters around my own lifeline. While most of the times the answer is ‘Oh! f*ck*ng Yes!’; many-of-times the answer has been ‘no’.
No lies.
And, it’s at this moment I know I need to slow down,
re-calibrate my position in the ground of my life’s roots (values per se),
I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.
Growing up, I have seen firsthand how difficult relationship is; how waves hit your love-boat bad… really, awfully bad!
Growing up, I have seen firsthand things don’t remain hopeless, choking, and painful when it comes to self-conducting yourself as partners. Because, given — work has been put-forth from both-sides ‘love’ is the most blissful powerhouse. However still not immune to oncogenes in it’s lifeline. My friend, Love is fragile. It needs awareness. It needs your unadulterated attention and care.
Growing up, I have learned firsthand what’s the right and the wrong template of a sustainable relationship. It’s for sure never a forever uphill, and full-of-life, and the conflict-free heaven. In all sincerity, I’m still learning many facets of love as I embark on my life’s journey.
Growing up, I have heard from my grandmother, love non-negotiably needs love to suspire.
Love is interesting, tingling, exciting, marveling, and beautiful.
Love also brings you unfathomable pain, tears, grief and sadness!
“Happiness is simply the absence of desire… Happiness is not about the achievement of pleasure (which is joy or satisfaction), but about the lack of desire. It arrives when you have no urge to feel differently. Happiness is the state you enter when you no longer want to change your state.”
James Clear (author of Best Seller Atomic Habits)
Oregon – Paul Moody
It has been a year.
I had been happy.
It’s time I come out of this Pandora bubble.
Sure, it’s charming and comfortable.
Sure, it’s shallow and deceiving.
Like they say, there’s cost associated with everything,
