a stream of consciousness. video the screen recording below.
There is no explanation for what you are doing. What you are feeling. Why you are where you are.
Why do you love mint chocolate chip more than almond butter?
Why do you walk faster when you have nothing to do?
Why do you second guess decisions when you will never know the exact future outcome?
These are all gifts.
Unimaginable possibilities that have no certain truth.
Platforms of potential that could never be characterized by a meaning, a value, a place, a thing. The only thing that could be of this, is nothing. Nothing at all that can be defined in your nearest dictionary.
Dare to believe that there is a thing that you cannot understand. That there is a state of mind that has not a foundation or a purpose resting upon it, other than to be misinterpreted…To be disillusioned by design.
It’s ok to not know the answer.
Matter of fact, it’s better than pretending you know.
Use your illogical.
The only way to know a stop sign exists is to look at it – to know that the line in which you need to stop at is attached to a social and legal system.
This of course, is for the safety of others and yourself – it’s a very important thing to abide by stop signs when driving.
What about theoretical ‘stop’ signs? The type of stop sign that doesn’t involve driving.
The type of stop sign that stops you from thinking differently or pursuing your dreams?
These stop signs can only occur if you decide to look at them – if you decide that the red octagon and the white line on the asphalt will define your existence (theoretically)…or another way to put it – something aside from yourself will dictate what you do in life.
Each time you stop at a literal stop sign, take a quick moment to think about the things stopping you from what you want to do.
Let each stop sign be an indicator to go do what you want – to go without too much deliberation and go for what you believe to be most important in your life.
There is no stopping you.
No one is listening. No one cares. No eyes on you. No definition of despair.
What do you do?
What do you love?
Why do you hesitate, when no one is looking from above?
You’re bullish. You’re mad. You’re a fortunate being, that has gone bad.
Your audience is your objective. Your passion is what you look like in plaid.
Take off your clothes.
Get even more mad.
Slow down fast.
Create what you love, without wearing a mask.
There is not a prize. Not a piece of history.
Be real to your vision, and let things come naturally.
Fight without an audience in mind.
Mind what you do, but push forward without any eyes on your prize.
The current fires in San Diego has me thinking a lot about materialism and what it would feel like to lose all possessions.
Like many people, I have several material possessions that are important to me. My notebooks of writings, hard drives, and musical instruments are a few of the material things I seem to value most when I think about it.
We are often asked what our most prized possession is…but what about some of our most prized experiences?
Experiences live within you. They go wherever you go. They don’t have matter, yet they matter most. It is a great paradox that provides a sense of self, belonging, and a certain eternal context for your life.
My material possessions are important to me, but the past few years I’ve been more focused on experiences.
Here’s an experience that comes to mind.
During my time in Sri Lanka there were many incredible surf sessions. Endless waves, warm water, good friends, and beautiful scenery…but this particular surf session was different.
It was just me and two good friends I had made during my time in Sri Lanka. We made our way in the tuk tuk (three wheeled vehicle) to one of the longest right waves I’ve ever seen.
All to ourselves, we paddled out in the 80 degree water and paddled as hard as we could to grab our first wave. The wave starts out with a relatively easy take off, then quickly pitches over as it passes a nice sandbar. This is the section to get a cover up or a nice barrel.
We get our waves.
Each of us runs to the sand and up the beach back to the point to grab another one. This repeats. And repeats. My legs get tired while riding the waves because they go on for so long.
The sky turns orange. The sunset comes upon us and we can see the color reflecting off the waves as we ride them. Glowing orange waves and pink sky puts our minds in a state of euphoria.
Legs and arms tired, it’s that after surf session people talk about.
Our tuk tuk driver is waiting on the beach. Time to go.
We strap the boards on. Take a few breathes to imagine ourselves riding more waves. And we’re off.
We continue in the tuk tuk and our driver is excited.
‘Look to the right! You see!’
Wild elephant wanders behind scattered palm trees.
The sky continues to morph into a rich array of timeless colors. The elephant walks calmly, just a few hundred feet away.
Where am I?
How am I on a beach with elephants?
Completely consumed by this experience.
We make our way back to the village through the winding cobble stone streets as children put their arms out for high fives.
Time for a cold glass bottled Coke, delicious Sri Lankan food, and a good night of sleep.
What is one of your most prized experiences?
You are the best at what you do. No one can compete with you. No one will ever be you.
Respect your version of the story. Your version of what a good life looks like. Your version of what impact you make.
Put your earmuffs on and say no to everyone.
Get mad. Get really mad…It shows that you care about your vision.
If you’re not mad, you’re mad.
Thrive on your frustration to break ‘the mold’ and live your own version of life.
Don’t ‘know what you want’…be what you are.
Don’t listen to me, listen to yourself.
stop your spinning wheels.
let your mind walk freely.
the great paradox of time;
the slower you go,
the more you see.
it’s ok to wonder.
it’s ok to dream.
stop spinning your wheels,
and take a walk with me.
filmed: costa rica
camera: gopro 3+
music: elias fanni
i wrote these lines down in the past few months while traveling. to me, this video provides a certain medicine for personal space and thought.
this film can be experienced as not only an oasis of relaxation, but also an opportunity for one to look around and reflect upon the speed at which they are physically and psychologically moving.
time is not fungible. it cannot be traded for another time. slowing your time down permits not only a meditative state, but an opportunity to see things in a new light. respect your vision by maintaining a rhythm that brings new epiphanies from moments.
Maybe, just maybe/
we all have a beautiful voice/
an impossibly charismatic, charming, inner-core/
so powerful and rich, the very thought of it can give you the feeling of warm pins and needles/
when something moves your psychological self in to a physical piece of art/
Maybe, it is just about accepting/
I’m currently a few hundred feet away from the ocean surrounded by trees that inhabit a number of interesting creatures…howler monkeys, the occasional toucan, iguanas, squirrels, and insects. One of these insects is called a ‘Chicharra’, commonly known in English as a Cicada (which you’ll hear below).
This place is alive. It is full of life, and sound.
You’ve just listened to tens of thousands, if not even more, insects and creatures creating a symphony of sound. To me, it’s a gold mine of sound. A place that can enable thought to flow freely, and without limit or negative intrusion.
The sounds around me remind me of the setting on an alarm clock that lulls you to sleep, or a soundtrack a spa might have before you get a massage.
This place has me wondering…what is it about constant sound that could make us feel comfortable, focused, and relaxed?
Often times when we think of constant sounds, it is intrusive. One could imagine a jack hammer, or the sounds of a freeway. There seems to be a certain breaking point where mechanical white noise is just aggravating.
So what happens when it’s ‘natural’ white noise? When there is a constant mixture of sounds that makes you feel good?
I think it lies in the complexity of the constant sound. The sounds are very persistent, but come in different forms and variations.
These slight variations create opportunity for our mind to feel at ease. It makes the sound less piercing and more soothing, much like a massage for your brain.
For me, these sounds provide an additional ‘pillow’ of omnipresent frequencies and melodies that enables me both rest my head, and think freely and clearly.
Where do you go for sounds that enable you to create, think, and learn?