Have a chat with 11 AM
And see how many f#%@s it gives about you
There are two ways to live.
The first is to be terrified of every moment coming up in the next few hours and days.
The other way is to realize that you have no agency over what happens at 11 am, 3 pm or any time for that matter.
You don’t know what’s going to happen at 11 am, and realistically, you are being nosy trying to get involved in 11 am’s business without 11 am’s permission.
If 11 am was so interested in what you think is going to happen, it would tap you on the shoulder directly to get your input.
But no, it doesn’t. It just goes on exactly as it should, giving no shits about you.
We try so hard to brand and imprint every moment with our personal touch, yet the moment didn’t ask for it, and it’s actually kind of tacky.
All we have at our disposal is the current moment.
To do this any other way means we are lost living in moments that either happened (boring!), or are going to happen someday.
And the ones that are going to happen someday won’t play out anywhere close to what you imagined, so you have successfully wasted your time thinking about it.
Some people report issues with procrastination. I am not one of them.
I don’t even procrastinate sending this email.
Sunday morning comes around and I know exactly what I will write about...
JUST KIDDING!
I got you there for a second 🤣
Procrastination is everything I wrote above. It is the intense worry about how events will play out.
News flash: You have no clue what is about to happen, and what is about to happen has no intention of letting you in on the secret either.
This is what makes life lonely and frustrating sometimes: You work so hard to get some agency or leverage in this game. You know, go to college so you can get a “leg up”.
Yet even a jar of kimchi has the potential to cause an injury.
Yes you read that right.
The kimchi in my fridge warns me that the contents may explode when opening due to the fermentation process that’s going on inside that fart factory advertised as Korean food.
This week is happening whether you like it or not.
Resist, kick and scream like a baby being slingshotted out of the cosmic vagina, it gives no fuck about you.
So why would you give any fucks about it back?