Somewhere in the race of life, we forget who we are. The real self slowly gets buried. Under stress. Anxiety. Expectations. Other people’s opinions about who we should become. And one day you realize you don’t even remember the things that used to make you feel alive. The version of you that spent hours making the perfect playlist. The one who loved watching old westerns. The one who read fiction without trying to extract a life lesson. The one who played sports just because it was fun. The one who went outside because being alive felt interesting enough. And now? You’re sitting alone in a dark room scrolling through 10-second videos. Laughing at things you won’t remember 5 min later. A laugh that doesn’t even reach your lips. That’s why slowing down matters. Being alone matters. 'Know thyself' matters. Because when the noise disappears, something beautiful happens... You finally start hearing the person your left behind.
Delaying something you deeply care about stems from a hidden need for approval. You want it to be perfect. Perfect idea. Perfect outcome. Everything exactly how you imagined. You want certainty that when you finally put yourself out there, nobody will judge you. But life doesn’t work like that. People will judge. People will misunderstand. People will criticize even the things they could never create themselves. And some people will love it and worship it. Pay attention to neither. The praise and the criticism are both noise. Do it because it matters to you. Create from a place so honest that the outcome doesn’t control you. Do it because it's the expression of your being. And then... let it go.
james baldwin was so right when he said you think you’re alone and then you pick up a book and realise someone else has felt the same way as you and managed to find a language for it. the realest shit
we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
Even if you could use magick to instantly manifest the life you think you want, you wouldn’t be able to hold or maintain it. If you were the kind of person who could sustain it, you’d already be living it. Real magick doesn’t bypass this fact. What it does is transform you into someone capable of obtaining and carrying what you’re asking for. That means discipline, consistency, and a willingness to change at the level of habit and perception. It’s not a sudden, dramatic shift. It’s incremental, almost invisible at first. But as you continue to refine yourself, your life reorganizes around that new structure, because you became the kind of person it naturally happens to.
Horizon views, especially when you first arrive at them, cause a shift in brain-body state that is calming, shapes time perception in interesting ways. Discussed w/Dacher Keltner on Huberman Lab podcast out now. (Pinned @hubermanlab@X & linked from https://t.co/R2uwMGVzOf)
Oye @delfinagomeza, los talamontes están acabando con los bosques del Edomex y no haces nada para evitarlo.
Ya son seis camiones que pasan en menos de 20 minutos por un camino secundario rumbo a Chapa de Mota.
Me dicen los pobladores que Probosque lo sabe, pero no hacen nada porque reciben mucho dinero por voltear para otro lado.
Es un ecocidio.