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20151010_131604.jpgKnowing that “we’re doing our best at any given moment”- and yet we want to do better. We want to be better, to be perfect, basically. At the same time, we are afraid of perfection- because once you achieve it for a minute, or a day, or a month, you begin holding yourself to an immaculate standard all the time.

Why not relax?

Why not praise ourselves for good choices, and forgive mistakes?

This relaxed, flexible, confident approach to progress is the only approach that leads to actual progress. The other approach leads to shame… and to more failure.

After I began cutting myself some slack- as I would others- I became happier. I began achieving my goals.

 

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I find meaning by living in accordance with nature. Nature gave me life. It wants me to live- it’s rooting for me. 

Evidence of this is seen simply within my body: my heart, my breath, my blood…they are all working as a unit, for me to survive. My meaning and my objective is to live a fulfilling, happy life and to die humbly and graciously, thankful for the opportunity to witness something so beautiful and complex.

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Crater Lake, Or

Some days I’m unsure whether I should accept circumstances- or fight them. Is it time to give up on living ten lives? And instead live one or two?

So many places I want to go. So many jobs I want to master. So many lifestyles left unexplored. Physicist, biologist, anthropologist, animal conservationist, science teacher, book writer, travel writer…when is it time to give up?  Or do I keep barraging myself? Criticizing myself for not being able to make definite progress in any one field. Instead, feeding all interests, simultaneously, ineffectively.

Why is there a burning inside me? One that won’t go away unless I’m fantasizing about the day that I have achieved all these goals?

I don’t want to give up… I want to fight. How much longer will I be able to fight, I wonder.

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The railways parting downtown Chicago. My gaze extends past buildings, past the sky, and into the depths of the universe. Within this cosmic arena, on this tiny Earth, there is a collection of atoms organized in a certain way that allows a body to form and grow– to think for itself and think about itself. To contemplate its own existence. And to appreciate its own existence.