A dual life is two opposing forms of self-expression. It is looking in the mirror and finding a painfully obvious dichotomy of who you truly feel you are, who you want to be and what expression is then in turn reflected in the glass.
Remember inception? That huge blockbuster that came out in 2010 that essentially drove you crazy by leaving you with a tonne of unanswered questions? I’m talking about that stupid spinning top where we were left questioning everything and essentially mistrusting Cobb’s sanity itself? Yeah, that one. I’m still not over it.
Your thoughts can suck it out of you if you let it and taking control is difficult. Fortunately, the opposite stands true too. What this means for you is it throws the ball into your court, permanently. You are essentially in control of every single situation you find yourself in.
You can take control. You can choose to take it by the reigns or allow it to take over you instead. This means taking a hell of a lot more responsibility for your life and its outcomes. This can be quite daunting but it stops forcing you into the position of a passive reactor. Cease to be an audience member to your own life. Simply reacting to situations saps the power out of you but you are the main character of your life. You play the main role. Why the hell would you play Robin if the Batman suit is hanging in your wardrobe?
Your value relies on your status. Your job, your income, the car you drive. Society, life and maybe even your old college friends tell you that this trio is where you get your value from. Well, dear millennial, most of us don’t even have one of those. Does this mean there is no value in what you are doing right now? Does that mean that the joy you get from working at a volunteering position or the sense of satisfaction you feel from a personal creative project is of no value?
Since I started my blogging journey I have learned a tonne of shit but also the fact that I just don’t know a whole lot. I won’t bore you with a list of what I have learned, those can be insanely mind-numbing and let’s face it – self-indulgent. Instead, I’ll share the one main lesson I’ve learned; I don’t know shit. I don’t understand what makes a piece good, what makes a piece bad, what people will like and what will count as boring. What to mention, how to mention it and most of all; why. I am quite literally driven by my own intuitions, bias and feelings = eurgh. I know.
Here’s a new one; I’ll give you the answer to your passion in the second sentence as opposed to in the conclusion. It’s when you know you’d still do it whether people are watching or not, whether you get status or not, whether it has a potential for cash flow or not. I.e. it is completely unhinged from anyone or anything.
I am a vegetarian who holds dumb conversations. Not a militant one, a quiet one who’d rather not bring it up unless asked twice why I’m not having anything from the meat platter.
The following is based on an actual conversation I had with my office buddy; a proud (wait for it) vegephobe. Bring the hate people – this is discrimination at its finest.
I really don’t know where I heard this from but it didn’t come from me; the idea that guilt, before we act, is in essence what morality is. I had a google to find the thinker but it seems to be intertwined in some serious academic journals. I’ve been consciously staying away from all of that since I left Uni – cause I’m worth it. Not really, I just can’t keep my brain alert and end up not even skimming it but what I’d call ‘would-be skimming’. Where you think you are skim reading, I mean you seem to be mouthing the words so at least 30% of the content must be registering right? But spending 10 minutes doing so, you find nothing actually did.
I work in a building, with a lift – the awkward elevator. Well, two to be exact but that’s neither here nor there. I use it regularly, and stairs just aren’t an option for me unless I am going to a lower floor – sue me – I don’t like climbing up 5 flights.