Novak Djokovic just said being bored is the most creative state a child can be in.
His son is 10 and his daughter is 7.
He says when his son told him he was bored after a morning of ping pong, kayaking, and soccer, he sat him down for a conversation most parents avoid.
"It's okay to be bored sometimes. When you're bored, it doesn't mean that you have to instantly take a book or a screen. You need to also learn how to be with your thoughts."
Djokovic says boredom is when creativity finally shows up, and it's also when everything you have been suppressing through your phone comes to the surface.
Most parents are protecting their kids from the only state that grows them.
— Novak Djokavic (@DjokerNole) on Jay Shetty's (@jayshetty) podcast
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one of the most difficult challenges in pokemon
back in 1999, pokemon yellow launched in north america and it became one of the best gameboy games ever. but there was a secret mini game inside that only a small fraction of players ever got to play.
on route 19, there was a small beach house with an npc called the surfin’ dude. if you talked to him with a pikachu that knew surf, he’d let you play the surfing mini game called “pikachu’s beach.” pikachu rides the waves on a surfboard, does flips, and collect points.
the only way to get a pikachu with surf back then was through pokemon stadium on the n64. you had to transfer your pikachu there and beat the entire game once to unlock round 2, then win the prime cup master ball division, by having this pikachu in your team in every single battle. one loss and you had to start the whole cup over.
once you won the master ball division, you get to teach surf to your pikachu. then you transferred back to pokemon yellow and you go to the surfin’dude.
@planert41 I’ve had notifications on your tweets for years & I think you suffer from emotional discipline. You would benefit from having predetermined entry / exit plan (and sticking to it) rather than apprehensively trading. You’re a great trader but don’t let your ideas flesh out. 2 cents
I moved to a place with a slightly longer commute so I spend ~2x time on the train vs before
After one year my primary takeaway has nothing to do with commuting. It’s that however nuked I thought people may have been by their phones, the problem is actually 1000x worse
Work. Work. Work. Stay hydrated. Go to the dentist. 10,000 steps. “What’s for dinner?” Insurance. Drink water. Pay a bill. Pay a bill. Smile. Credit Score. Check engine light. Go get gas. ALLERGIES! TAXES! STUDENT LOANS! Phone storage full. Email. Email. Apple $12.99. Apple $9.99. Subscriptions. Subscription. Overdraft. Laundry. Fold. Text. Text. Text. Clean the house. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Doctors appoinment. Hair appoinment. Nail appointment. RENT. WAR! GOVERNMENT! POLITICS! THE PRESIDENT!!
A math professor noticed his kitchen sink at home was leaking.
He called a plumber.
The plumber came the next day, tightened a couple of nuts, and the sink worked perfectly again. The professor was delighted. But when, a minute later, the plumber handed him the bill, he was shocked.
“This is a third of my monthly salary!”
“Yeah, I get it…” said the plumber. “Why don’t you come work for our company as a plumber? You’ll make three times more than you do as a professor. Just remember: when you apply, say you only finished seventh grade. They don’t like hiring educated people.”
So the professor got a job as a plumber, and his life really did improve. All he had to do was tighten a nut here and there every so often, and his salary was much higher.
One day, the management of the plumbing company decided that every plumber had to attend evening classes to finish eighth grade. So our professor had to go too.
By chance, the very first class was math.
The evening school teacher, wanting to check what the students knew, asked for the formula for the area of a circle.
They called the professor up to the board, and he suddenly realized he’d forgotten it. He started frantically reasoning it out, covering the board with integrals, differentials, and all sorts of fancy formulas to re-derive the result. In the end, he got:
S = –π r²
He didn’t like the minus sign, so he started again.
Again he got a minus. No matter what he did, it kept coming out negative.
He cast a panicked look at the class, and all the plumbers were whispering:
“Swap the limits of integration!”