It’s all going to end, very soon, enjoy it.
“At your funeral, your friends and family will argue over who gets what.
People will want food to eat.
The topic will shift from your life to their lives.
They’ll drive away thinking about their looming to-do list.
Some people won’t be able to make it because ‘something came up’
And we worry about…a low performing post on social media.
Or what someone “thinks of us”.
Or a bad customer review.
Or whether we’re going to finish our to do list in time.
We die like we go to sleep.
With things unsaid and unfinished.
The only judge who has complete context on our lives, dies with us.
A reminder of the heavy weight we place on things that matter little.”
— @AlexHormozi
Hike today, cut tomorrow. Hold today, hike tomorrow. It doesn't matter. One way or another, we're headed for more debasement. It's just a matter of math and time.
Anyone who has ever had a dog knows this look. It's the one they give you when they can tell something is wrong, and they have decided they are not leaving your side...
This beautiful painting is called Fidelity, and it was made by British artist Briton Rivière in 1869. A young man sits in the corner of a cold prison cell, awaiting trial. He is a poacher, caught taking game in an age when that could ruin a life. And pressed against his knee, gazing up into his face, is his dog, who has followed him even here.
You cannot see the man's face, Rivière hides it so that the entire emotional weight of the painting falls onto the dog. We are left to read the man's sadness in the animal's eyes.
The dog knows nothing of poaching or laws. It only knows that its person is hurting. And anyone who has ever loved a dog knows that look: "I don’t understand what has happened, but I know you are sad, and wherever you go, I will go too." The cold, the fear, the locked cell, none of it matters. Leaving him was never even a choice...
That is the meaning of the title Rivière chose for the painting: Fidelity. Faithfulness that asks for no reason and no reward. As American humorist Josh Billings once said: "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."
Everything to come is uncertain. So embrace that. Expect it. Focus on what is in the here-and-now. Don’t let your best moments and energy fritter away in concern for something you know you have limited control over anyway.
You seriously underestimate how much you can do with time. 1 year is a fucking lifetime. 6 months is enough to go from 0 to 100. Even 1 week of full commitment 14 hours a day is enough to push the needle so far forward you won't even recognize yourself. Just do more. Just do what your heart desires. Just be better.
I’m a retired brain surgeon and I wanna tell you why you feel like life is passing by. I just need one minute to explain this to you so hang in there.
Repetitive daily routines stop the brain from recording clear detailed memories. When every day looks the same, your brain does not track time the same as a clock does. It tracks change. If nothing new happens then days, months, and years start to blur together.
This is know as Time compression. When life lacks variety, your brain compresses past days together, making it feel like time is sped up.
To stop feeling like life is passing you by, add new experiences to your life. Break routine habits, like changing your daily home routine, taking a different route to work, or trying a new hobby.
Schedule small trips or plan new adventures so your days do not blend together.
Practice mindfulness by staying fully focused on what you are doing right now and not trying to race off to the next task.
Keep a journal and write down happy memories or memorable parts of the day before you go to sleep.
Take deep, calm breaths when you feel anxious or rushed to return your focus to the moment.
You can and you will retrain your brain to not feel like life is passing you by by following these few simple measures.
The person you marry is the person you fight with. The house you buy is the house you repair. The dream job you take is the job you stress over. Everything comes with an inherent sacrifice—whatever makes us feel good will also inevitably make us feel bad.
I hope I never become too busy to notice the small evidence that life is going right. A good conversation. A safe journey home. A meal you enjoyed. A laugh you didn't plan. Those moments count too.