The key to living a comfortable life is confrontation and chaos actually. You have to say no. You have to tell people to fuck off. You have to be mean in necessary situations. A life of peace isn't built off of being a yes man and taking a passive approach to everything
The older you get, the more you realize luck is mostly exposure. If you sit in the same place, have the same routine, talking to the same people, nothing new really happens. You have to tackle the world to succeed. Travel more. Talk to people.
Planning every possible response to a conversation before it happens. Not just what I’m going to say.. what they’re going to say, how they’re going to say it, how I’ll respond, & every possible outcome. Almost like running simulations. Not because I want to, but because my brain feels like it has to. Partly to protect myself emotionally from being blindsided, & partly so I know how to defend/explain myself if I’m misunderstood.
Soğuk duş, magnezyum, nefes egzersizi. Hepsi güzel. Ama oksijen yoksa ateş de yok yani yangını söndürmek için kaynağı ortadan kaldırmamız gerekiyor.
Beyin tehdit algıladığında kortizol salgılıyor. Peki modern beyinde tehdit ne? Patronun mesajı, Ödenmemiş fatura, Sabah 3te uyanıp yeterince iyi miyim diye düşünmek. Yarın ne olacak kaygısı.
Fiziksel tehdit yok. Ama kortizol aynı. Vücut kaplan sanıyor ama sen sadece mail okuyorsun.
Soğuk duş, nefes egzersizi, magnezyum bunlar semptom tedavisi. Asıl soru şu: beynine hangi sahte kaplanları gerçekmiş gibi kodlattın?
Kronik stres kronik kortizol demek. Kronik kortizol insülin direnci, uyku bozukluğu, hafıza kaybı demek. Domino taşı gibi. Birini düşürünce hepsi gidiyor.
Kortizolü düşürmek değil, tehdit algını kalibre etmek. Gerçek dönüşüm orada başlıyor.👈🙌
My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away