My room is on the second floor of the hotel I’ve been living in for almost six years. I often get up in the middle of the night (it’s 3:30 a.m. right now) to sit on my balcony, drink coffee, think, and listen. Typical sounds one might hear from my perch at this time: water cascading over the edge of the poolside below, a symphony of frogs and crickets just beyond the thicket of banana trees...
“Greatness isn’t handed to you!” she urged from the stage, as she addressed a room full of one thousand self-proclaimed future billionaires. I saw only a clip of her talk, but I assume, having once sat in similar rooms myself, she was imparting to these women that greatness must be taken or earned.Okay fine. Let’s pretend this is true. What does “greatness” even mean in this context? Is greatness...
I spent this week observing and documenting random stuff… and I gotta say, it’s been a revelation. After a decade spent immersed in New Age ideologies (and let’s face it – a lifetime spent in Western society), where I was taught that my thoughts, my identity, and my life were raw materials to be manipulated into the experience of my choosing, just allowing myself to witness what I’m seeing...
Part of what’s kept me in my hermit hole for so long is that my motivations have changed. I’m no longer moved as I once was, primarily by scarcity, urgency, approval, rebellion, or the idea of responsibility. My vices of men, attention, and alcohol are no longer relevant engines either. My existential crisis left no stone unturned, and my motivations were not spared in this process. Along with my...