This paragraph by Haruki Murakami hits hard:
“Once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
All of my friends have something that I admire about them. The hustle, style, the way the move, beauty, free spirit, intelligence & more. It's so important to have ppl around you that motivate you in some kind of way.
Keep your problems smaller than your life. A flat tire is a flat tire. A bad meeting is a bad meeting. A canceled flight is just an extra two hours. These things become catastrophes when you let them. But they stay manageable when you remember the depth of your real life- the people you love, the work you care about, the beautiful years still ahead. Zoom out. Fit your reaction to the size of the problem.
There is something so silly about success. Not because it is difficult to achieve, but because when it finally arrives, it looks so ordinary. No one announces that you’ve crossed the finish line.
One day, you simply wake up living the life you once begged God for.
Sometimes “locking in” looks like sitting in the sun and remembering that your life is also meant to be lived, not just optimized, monetized, and turned into proof that you’re worthy.
You HAVE to enjoy life after you get off work or you gone feel like you slaving away. Like PLEASE go have drinks on a random Wednesday. YES do that beach picnic too. That’s right, go practice pottery on a Tuesday evening. That go to work, go home, go to work, go home shit is 0/10