THE WELL-EXAMINED LIFE
THE WELL-EXAMINED LIFE
With that said, we live a life of impossible opulence, and we live it dirt-cheap. We eat fantastic home-cooked meals. We drink tasty wine and expensive, fresh-ground coffee. We have great friends and a busy social life. We spend our leisure time maintaining our bodies, our minds, and our relationship. We travel obsessively. We’ve spent thousands of hours of sweat to build a home that is perfectly suited for our lifestyle. And we do all of this with enough spare cash that we can plow it into investments and other passive money makers. When I look around, I can’t help but say, If this isn’t nice, what is?
You did not invent sex. Your ancestors have been doing the dirty since they sprouted legs and crawled from the primordial goop (and had been for about 3.5 billion years--even though in the early days we were just dancing with ourselves).
Reading is a sort of wonderdrug. It makes you smarter, improves your empathy, boosts memory, reduces stress, provides entertainment, calms the mind, connects you to the world around you, and makes you more attractive to the opposite sex.
If they sold this in a pill, you’d pay $1000/month for it.
I don’t need to sell you the product of reflection. You are where you are today because--at least at times--you have stepped back from your life and found certain aspects of it unsatisfactory. Instead, I’m here to advocate for a process that can make you a more thoughtful, healthier, better human. Ready? It’s simple:
Make reflection part of your daily process. That’s right. Every. Fucking. Day.
I waste time in my classroom. At the beginning of each block I like to talk to my students. I don’t give them any directions; I don’t tell them anything important. We just talk.
Writing is hard, and writing well is even harder. The good news is that you are living in a world where it is a more valuable--and more visible--skill than ever before. Work hard. Find your voice. Treat it like a job. Opportunities abound.
This thing is heavy.
Now, I'm not an idiot. I knew it would be (and if I didn't know initially, I would have figured it out after everybody and their brother telling me it would be when I told them about this idea). Still, I was amazed at how heavy this turned out in practice.
Upon graduating, I immediately landed a job as an Associate Editor for a small trade magazine. I had an office, a team of freelance writers, and a managing editor who was a massive prick. It was exactly what I had always wanted.
And I hated it.