Bob Marley

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“My home is in my head.”

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What's New

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It’s not just a snappy addition to the Wage Freedom tool belt, it is the almighty playing-field leveler:
Enjoying the feeling of learning, more than the feeling that you know.

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as a feather

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On the airplane you’re flying at 550 mph enclosed in a sense of your own small victory. Will Leave. Are Leaving. Have Left. ‘Sabbatical’ and ‘extended break’ are timid notions that are not part of the story of the blood you left on your keyboard. The struggle felt epic, and the tangent, today, feels… infinite.

You have won time. You have given freedom and time to yourself. To the taxi line then the hotel, read in bed, order room service, sleep sooner or later, wake at dawn or sunset, then you’ll emerge like a baby to a different world, one with no built-in demands. Life before obligations, before all these answers to questions that have nothing to do with you.

Until you leave it feels like things are coming to an end, people stuck in their lives, the way is set and stale. The Options all rode out of town and you’re still here, in a movie after the closing credits. The seam has been worked, the gold extracted. Or there was no gold, just shiny stuff with a pivotal role in a story. Are Leaving.

Upon arrival, that all seems like impotent navel-gazing, and it is over. Some things stopped, and new things are starting. You flew through a discontinuity, and a lot of negativity did not survive the journey. Awake the first day everything is new, even through jet lag distortion. New context rouses another you, sensitized to change, adaptable and looking for more. Anything seems possible in this holy transition, because various cycles have been broken. The oppressive answers posed by your former routine have been replaced by possibilities constrained only by your imagination’s capacity to respond with new questions.

It’s your story, it’s as light as a free bird’s feather and no one said it was OK. You said ‘Yes’, and nothing in the universe is more real.

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Seize Your Day

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Cool. However you define it, you know it when it shrugs in your face.
Those ‘cool’ bastards don’t care whether you respect them or not, because they respect themselves. A characteristic of ‘cool’ is something that feels like aloofness to the observer, but is really just psychological self-sufficiency. They are doing their thing. Their thing does not include trying to impress you.

Imagine the ocean of distractions you could avoid by never attending to other peoples’ notion of you. (Yes, that includes the ‘cool people’.) Imagine the freedom you could win for yourself by shrugging in the face of this phantom.

What’s your thing? What inspires you? Spend more time living with it: be focused and engaged. Spend energy/time on real development, real change, and in a few years your life may look and feel like something magnificent.

By then you’ll be cool too, but it won’t matter at all.

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Seize Your Day

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“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we really need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.”

-Einstein

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Functional Fence
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The Real World is, among other things, the place to which people half-jokingly say they are returning after a holiday or an interesting weekend. You might hear an edge of resentment, but you might sense a little relief too.

There are as many ‘Real Worlds’ out there as there are people using the term. Lately I’ve had a creeping suspicion that the Real World doesn’t exist at all, except in the way that you define it. Just try and come to a consensus regarding this with five strangers. But let’s move forward, shall we?

Common to all definitions, I think, is that it’s a place where you assume only limited control over your life, where you willingly subordinate your capacity for choice to forces around you. The more you tend to exercise choice, the more malleable you probably see ‘reality’, and the less likely you are to use the term in a non-ironic way.

Does not using the term make reality less real? No, just as using the term doesn’t make your version of it more true. Whatever it is, it’s something we all swim through, but you gain no points by fixating on the strength of its flow at the expense of celebrating and exercising the power of your own choice.

To the extent that we do entertain the notion, is the Real World anything more than a place where we can use our control in the name of establishing comfort or some worthy end, a livable foundation, then having done so, absolve ourselves from expending further effort by claiming that variations from/on that life are out of reach?

Maybe you are thinking: ‘Let’s see you try to raise children without a ‘livable foundation’. Look: the ‘livable foundation’ is not a problem unless it’s a foundation too for laziness, or fear of broadening ourselves and our lives (character traits which might also set a poor example for your kids, incidentally…). Build what you will, but having done so, keep in mind who is most responsible for the construction in the first place.

There’s a danger in ascribing/applying a term like ‘reality’ to our lives or a general benign process within which we function. The danger is that it might unnecessarily give the concept a momentum or power in our minds that opposes our intent, and the road to more freedom has enough twists and turns as it is.

The Real World: where would you be without it?

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Half of the sustenance game is ‘getting’. We know how to Get: working more, working harder, working smarter. These are all fitting means to the goal of acquisition. But it’s only half of the picture. The other half is ‘needing’, i.e. the reasons you give yourself for working so hard. Unless you’re a lottery winner you’d better look at the part needing plays in establishing your priorities and motivation, and the toll it may take on your autonomy. It has an enormous effect on the degree of freedom and autonomy you enjoy.

Don’t kid yourself. As hard as you work, you owe it to yourself to also question how much you need, and I mean just as aggressively as you approach the getting, from the time the alarm goes off in the morning until your head hits the pillow at night. The key to increasing your freedom in the short term, today, is found in looking hard at the things that you have decided that you need, the amounts that you let yourself spend.

Is it acceptable for my ‘needs’ to expand to correspond to how hard I’m capable of working? Is it acceptable for my spending to equal and even exceed my best efforts at earning during the best years of my life, so that my time (and even my future, if I’m in debt) is literally traded for these ‘needs’? Probably not, and you might find that needing less is a much easier way to enhance your freedom than making ways to earn more.

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It’s good to free yourself from your usual context, until it feels as arbitrary as it is. Get lost and find something bigger. It’s just another day, and you can be anyone.

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