THE BURIED LIFE: 20 Things I Should Have Known at 20.
1. The world is trying to keep you stupid. From bank fees to interest rates to miracle diets, people who are not educated are easier to get money from and easier to lead. Educate yourself as much as possible for wealth, independence, and happiness.
2. Do not have faith in institutions to educate you. By the time they build the curriculum, it’s likely that the system is outdated– sometimes utterly broken. You both learn and get respect from people worth getting it from by leading and doing, not by following.
4. Connect with everyone, all the time. Be genuine about it. Learn to find something you like in each person, and then speak to that thing.
5. Don’t waste time being shy. Shyness is the belief that your emotions should be the arbitrators of your decision making process when the opposite is actually true.
6. If you feel weird about something during a relationship, that’s usually what you end up breaking up over.
7. Have as much contact as possible with older people. Personally, I met people at Podcamps. My friend Greg, at the age of 13, met his first future employer sitting next to him on a plane. The reason this is so valuable is because people your age don’t usually have the decision-making ability to help you very much. Also they know almost everything you will learn later, so ask them.
8. Find people that are cooler than you and hang out with them too. This and the corollary are both important: “don’t attempt to be average inside your group. Continuously attempt to be cooler than them (by doing cooler things, being more laid back, accepting, ambitious, etc.).”
9. You will become more conservative over time. This is just a fact. Those you surround yourself with create a kind of “bubble” that pushes you to support the status quo. For this reason, you need to do your craziest stuff NOW. Later on, you’ll become too afraid. Trust me.
10. Reduce all expenses as much as possible. I mean it. This creates a safety net that will allow you to do the crazier shit I mentioned above.
11. Instead of getting status through objects (which provide only temporary boosts), do it through experiences. In other words, a trip to Paris is a better choice than a new wardrobe. Studies show this also boosts happiness.
12. While you are living on the cheap, solve the money problem. Use the internet, because it’s like a cool little machine that helps you do your bidding. If you are currently living paycheck to paycheck, extend that to three weeks instead of two. Then, as you get better, you can think a month ahead, then three months, then six, and finally a year ahead. (The goal is to get to a point where you are thinking 5 years ahead.)
13. Learn to program.
14. Get a six-pack (or get thin, whatever your goal is) while you are young. Your hormones are in a better place to help you do this at a younger age. Don’t waste this opportunity, trust me.
15. Learn to cook. This will make everything much easier and it turns food from a chore + expensive habit into a pleasant + frugal one. I’m a big Jamie Oliver fan, but whatever you like is fine.
16. Sleep well. This and cooking will help with the six pack. If you think “I can sleep when I’m dead” or “I have too much to do to sleep,” I have news for you: you are INEFFICIENT, and sleep deprivation isn’t helping.
17. Get a reminder app for everything. Do not trust your own brain for your memory. Do not trust it for what you “feel like” you should be doing. Trust only the reminder app. I use RE.minder and Action Method.
18. Choose something huge to do, as well as allowing the waves of opportunity to help you along. If you don’t set goals, some stuff may happen, but if you do choose, lots more will.
19. Get known for one thing. Spend like 5 years doing it instead of flopping around all over the place. If you want to shift afterwards, go ahead. Like I said, choose something.
20. Don’t try to “fix” anyone. Instead, look for someone who isn’t broken.
Written by: Julian Smith inoveryourhead.net
Teenage Crime: Human emotions is something I will never be able to understand. I...
Human emotions is something I will never be able to understand. I think I try so hard to figure out the basics to human nature, and be one step ahead from everyone else. All these years, being with people, I would try to observe their actions and have a certain mindset as to how people react to certain things. As a marketing major, I wanted to observe and study the overall nature of the people as a whole. I had this set idea as to how the average American lived their life. These past few weeks flipped the whole game for me. A certain someone made me realize that life is so much more than the routine we are all raised to live in. Wake up, eat, work, school, and sleep. This lifestyle was rinsed and repeated everyday for me. Was this how I wanted to live my life? God I pray not. Sharing your feelings with someone special gave waking up a whole different meaning, but to know that you’re losing that special someone is probably the worst feeling in the world. I was in the happiest state of mind, despite all the problems that occurred. I was willing to feel like I was at my lowest point if it meant staying with that person. Even though nothing was going my way at times, seeing the satisfaction between you two made the world seem like a perfect place. Just then when you thought it was going well, the special connection starts to slowly fade away and you start to question what went wrong. Why do these things even happen and was it because it just wasn’t meant to be? Was it all a wasted dream? No one is perfect. Shit happens, and life goes on. Whatever happens from here, I just hope the results aren’t too devastating to where we turn into strangers. Losing a good friend is the worst thing next to death.
Staring out into space
I like the feeling of just staring out into space. The thoughts that float about in your head, drifting in and out between phases of consciousness. Thinking, yet not thinking. Feeling sad, feeling happy, feeling grateful as you reminisce searching within the vast mystery of the mind. I love these types of moments and at times, I hate how it happens so often. Sometimes I wish I didn’t think as much as I do. Maybe living through life without any thoughts can make one truly happy. Or maybe it’s just me over thinking again.
“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.”
One chapter has ended and another one will be written. How long it takes to be written is yet to be determined. The future may be uncertain, but you will always be the constant.
So I’ll live as I’ve always done and continue to take things as they come. I’ll let it happen naturally and everything will be okay in the end. The journey to get to that final destination may be a rough one, but it is one worth venturing on.
I may have lost a bit of myself during this journey, but I have gained more than I’ve realized. It just goes to show you that the random encounters turn out to be the best surprises — blessings in disguise. I’ve always believed that at least.
The flames from our bridge have died out, leaving behind charred pieces of wood sitting in their own ash.
Useless. Worthless. Good for nothing. What need have I of a few burnt pieces of wood and rope? None. Then why did I gather these pieces and lock them away for safekeeping? Sentiment, I suppose. A reminder not of the destruction that took place, but rather of the beauty and the strength that preceded it; the life it once represented. They stood for something, so strong and proud as they connected two worlds and brought them together. Two hearts, which otherwise had no access to each other, were free to cross over to either side (for a bridge works both ways) and wrap themselves in the company of the other.
Was it not beautiful?
I thought it was, and I would have given anything to see it rebuilt in all its glory. I would have loved to see it reinforced and strengthened so it could carry more weight and withstand the greatest of heat so no fire could burn it down again. But that was another time… another life not so far removed from the present. You didn’t want it rebuilt. You were content with leaving it at the bottom of the chasm when I tried to lay out the blueprints for a rebuilding project. I thought you’d be excited at the prospect of this new challenge; at my change of heart and priorities. I thought you’d be just as eager to bridge the gap between our worlds again as I had become.
But naturally, it didn’t work out that way. This isn’t a project you wanted to busy yourself with; a world you had any desire to reconnect to. You couldn’t even stand the sight of these charred remains and opted to bury them all in that same bottomless chasm. I took the time and effort to recover these pieces because of what they meant to me. I know I’ll never get the chance to see this amazing bridge resurrected in the ways I had planned, but they remind me of a time where even the broadest and the deepest chasm could be crossed over, no matter how hard I had believed it couldn’t. You once found beauty where I thought it never existed; you built a bridge I had no confidence could be constructed, at least one leading to me. THAT’S why these pieces mean so much to me.
You may call me immature or insecure for holding on to these remnants, but this is not the case. I held on because I saw beauty worth pursuing. I saw strength within the weakness, beneath these blackened, decayed slabs of wood. I am drawn to beauty, to love, to purity, and growth. Can I help it if I reach out to something I think is beautiful and worth fighting for? Yet when there is no bridge to cross, I have no means with which to fight, despite the fact that the will to fight remains. But how can I fight for a territory I have no access to? How can I defend that which is out of my reach? No bow has the strength to cross this expanse, nor any artillery the range.
But don’t mistake my holding on as an act of sitting at the mouth of the chasm, dangling my feet over the edge and doing nothing but hope for the unlikely. I’ve been moving on with my own life, putting my own pieces back together that needed to be reassembled. It’s true, I wish at times that you were still here and our bridge were intact so that our worlds may be reunited. I give a great deal of thought to the beauty I’ve but glimpsed and the lessons I have learned. There is love and beauty worth pursuing in this world, and it can indeed cross any chasm leading to my own world and be reciprocated.
And I think that’s one of the most important lessons of all.
nice guy complex
There’s a stigma associated with being called the nice guy. Afraid to take risks. Afraid to live. Inexperienced. Only seen as a really good friend. Perhaps soft spoken. Innocent. Humble. Easily manipulated. Seen as the option. The last to be called or thought of. The under appreciated hero that saves you from unpleasant situations.
Do I exhibit any of the above? Regardless, I am still surprised when people label me as one, as if I give off a nice guy vibe. Do I really?
I don’t see it as negatively as I once did. Being a nice guy does have its perks. People are comfortable enough to ask you for advice on personal matters. Seems like people enjoy your company. And they think you would make a good companion either for themselves or others.
But truth be told, it seems like it’s harder and harder to come across genuinely nice people. I wish it weren’t so. We need more nice people in this world. People who will be there for you — to hold your hand, who will lift your mood and make your day amazing even if it did not start out that way.
Perhaps this is why people will label me like that upfront — they tell me to never change. And I won’t. I tend to be a very static person. I become enlightened — wiser — through experience, but I essentially remain the same person at my core.
After all, being a nice guy does go a long way.
Good people will gravitate toward you in the end.
This is one label I don’t mind having.
Besides, it’s better than being known as a douchebag.
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