You must continually experiment with life so you can feel the heavenly euphoria of what “right” feels like.
The perfect coalescence of infinite divine variables that render you speechless. You just know.
Yes, this is it.
You will try to attach language to this feeling but it is much too restrictive. You can articulate facets, but never the whole.
Then that feeling will slip through your fingers, and there begins your quest to acquire it once more.
Another reason why this is essential is you allow entropy to work it’s magic. Miracles to manifest, and avenues that will open even when the fallout seems grim. The universe rewards action.
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”
You may FEEL like you have lost RIGHT NOW, but you have not lost in totality.
Life is about making plays. You just fucking have to. The heart speaks louder than any human is capable of. Follow that voice and you will never regret it. Ever. Make plays when you are sick to your stomach. Make plays when your heart is pounding out of your chest. Make plays when everyone advises the opposite. Make plays when you know it’ll satisfy that gnawing feeling in your gut. Make plays when what you hope for is up for stakes. Make plays when you have something to lose. You will continue to breath. Continue to walk. Continue to live. Continue to love. And you will at least be able to say you tried.
You should be primarily walking into establishments where as soon as you sit down, the bartender already has your drink on the table and a crisp dap-up on deck.
Mezcal hangovers. Coffee and analog writing. Fingertip pushups. Sunrise beach sprints. Fruit and eggs. Plain tees and denim. Bukowski novels. Cafe work. Spontaneous conversations. Tanning and wired headphones. Jet Skis. Waterskiing, Forearms bursting. Heavy barbell compounds to failure. Oysters and beef. Women. The beautiful kinds. Linen dinners. Alone, with friends, occasionally with abuela. Zach Bryan and sunsets. Turquoise American Spirits. Moonlight walks through the city. Dreams in progress. Summer.
The past is not something you leave behind to forget. The past is a perpetually and dynamically evolving weight that you, yourself, must continue carrying forward. All the time. Forever. This does not mean that you cannot and should not dissociate from past versions of yourself, mistakes you’ve made, or identities you no longer want to embody. This means that you as a complex and unfathomably strong individual must apply discernment to what your past means to you, and simultaneously develop the spiritual strength to carry that burden on your back like a champion. The weight keeps increasing, it’s grooves run deeper, it’s nuances grow more convoluted. But you keep carrying until that weight and yourself learn to work as one.
If you have the courage to face your honest mistakes, dig through the repulsive remnants, dust off the shit-covered lessons within, and walk forward while holding them tightly, you now have found a new fragment of wisdom.
It then follows that more mistakes will lead to more wisdom.
However, there is a keen difference between the genuine mistakes that seem to crack, bleed, and burst forth through your existing mental models that force reflection and mistakes that manifest due to your sloppiness and greed - ones that were avoidable but your judgment faltered.
Holistic wisdom seems to target the subconscious, where your soul simply didn’t have the necessary tools to navigate that which reality had in store for you.
But now you do.
Something life affirming About walking outside in the morning, sparking a cig, flat expression on your face
You don’t exactly have something you want yet, but you know you will get it
U don’t know how, but you know you will get it
U don’t care how, but you know you will get it
Be weary of those who claim certainty without knowledge of the underbelly. Those who preach honesty without the humiliating defeat of admitting to their boundless lies. Those who preach loyalty as they sleep soundly knowing they have neither betrayed nor been betrayed. Those who swear by mastery of who they are while remaining a novice in who they are not. Those who claim to grasp the alignment of true love without the harrowing sorrow of relinquishing that which is good, in search of what is great. True certainty blesses you when you have laid eyes not only on what you seek, but what has also ripped you to shreds,
We drink to forget. We work to forget. We travel to forget. We run to forget.
Ironically enough, trying to forget only ensures you’re haunted by it until you’re strong enough to not want to forget.
hangovers are the body’s way of revealing the beauty of a life lived with no bullshit. through cellular betrayal, you rid yourself of the accumulated sludge that traps the most honest parts of yourself from escaping outward
before 30, every man should have;
- left their hometown
- lived alone
- run a marathon
- risked it all
- hit rock bottom
- learned to cook
- overcome an addiction
- changed career
- been punched
- fallen in love
- had their heart broken
Turn the tables on how people “want” you to feel in the face of self-generated collateral damage inherently inevitable on the journey of personal evolution. Be a little bit crazy. To the point where they cannot even fathom the abundance of internal power you wield nor its source. They will want you to feel shame. They will tarnish your name. But you have already reached into the depths of yourself, stared at those grotesque monsters within, and have decided to lead with love despite every reason not to. Let your light shine when darkness is on the verge of devouring you. The world is full of coldness, and you must resist freezing over.
I’ve quoted this once before, but never has a simple arrangement of words had such a profound impact on my approach to a foundationally necessary facet of my life. Regardless of any struggle, sin, or pain that you harbor, there is such beautiful power in being able to say you consciously chose truth. I now reiterate this myself before each session. It is not just an act of honoring the body, but it is a proxy of upholding truth. A ritual serving as evidence that even in the face of shame or despair you have consciously chosen to engage in an act of righteousness.
There is no shortcut to strength and this is why most men are weak. they want muscle without the tearing, they want wisdom without the years of being stupid, they want God without the desert. the body does not lie. you cannot fake a squat, you cannot charm a deadlift. the weight does not care about your story or your childhood or your excuse, it is just there and either you move it or you dont. and in that moment every lie you told yourself that week dies, because iron does not negotiate. iron is a prophet that only speaks one word, truth. and every rep is true and every set is true. and when you finally walk out of that room you are cleaner than you were when you walked in, because you are more honest. the weight took the lies out of you