Probably one of the hardest things for me to commit to, is building a single thing.
I’m scatter brained, and all these different opportunities make me wonder: is what I have the most fun?
But commitment transforms you– not in some cool, spiritual way.
I mean neurologically.
The more I build, the more I become one who builds. That, and in all likelihood— I’d be met with failure trying to succeed at everything, all at once.
The goal isn’t just to succeed– it’s to do it in a way where you live life on your own terms. Where you’re more yourself.
Over the weekend I caught one of those fast sweeping colds. Within the span of 15 minutes I thought I could die. Maybe that’s the inner drama student in me, but it always takes illness to clarify our lives.
Immediately, upon my questionably fast recovery– I kept thinking about living. How to do so more fully? What if you knew you only had 10 years left?
Where would your time go if you knew it’s all coming to an end?
My life won’t be spent on zoom meetings or writing in google docs all day. I like what I have, but I can do so much more. And I know exactly what would make this all worthwhile.
Think about your hut, if that’s all you could build for your final hours– is that what you’d want to be doing?
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