Archive for May, 2018

The purpose

May.31. 2018

At the basic level, the purpose of life is simply to live it. There is no other purpose to life, no higher calling.

It’s the same philosophy that applies to everything we own.

If you have a guitar, play it. If you have a car, drive it. No need to hoard it or save it. Save it for what? At the end of the day, you’ll leave without it.

So if you have a life, use it, or more precisely, live it.

Living it means experiencing it fully. With all its ups and downs, good and bad.

In fact, the very reason there is an up is because there is a down. If you were to strive to be up all the time, you’ll end up being down.

Simple common sense, so no need to wish it’s otherwise.

That’s the basic premise of life—if you have it, live it.

But at what level do we live it?

That’s the next point.

We can live it at the basic existential level, which is simply to scrape by.

That may be fine for some.

Or we can live a life of dependency, to be forever dependent on the scraps that others throw at us. That seems to be fine for some too.

Or we can live it with all its promise and potential.

Something we might call a ‘fulfilling life.’

Fulfillment is of course in the eye of the beholder. So how do we see it?

The simple rule is anything goes as long as it doesn’t impact others in a negative way.

Why?

Because negativity always produces negative results which means that whatever you find fulfilling will be negated at some point.

Which means you will end up not so fulfilled

Next, implementation.

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The Way

May.7. 2018

Many years ago, a wise man said, ‘I am the Way, the truth, and the life.’

Echoing the words from another wise man who referred to the Way as ‘the mystery of mysteries, the door to all wonder.’

My mother, a wise woman in her own right, used to tell me, ‘You have to catch the Way,’ a principle I have applied to everything in life.

The Way is truly the door to all wisdom.

I see it as the key that unlocks life’s mysteries.

And the world’s luckiest people are those who have found the Way (or Ways, because there are myriad Ways.)

As I mentioned, I have spent most of my adult life trying to find the Way.

Especially in my pursuits to soothe the demons in my soul—like trying to develop the most perfect guitar technique.

Or searching for that perfect expressive touch.

But like most things, sometimes the Way could be right at your fingertips, literally and figuratively, and you’re still unable to see it.

Until the day you lose it.

And then you realize what a treasure you had.

Some may see it as a negative thing, but I see losing the Way as a positive thing. It makes you appreciate how precious the Way is.

And of course, if you put your mind to it, you will always find it again.

As one of my friends said, ‘Never say die.’

I prefer to think of it as ‘Never give up.’

I have over twenty translations in my library on what the Way means. All academic exercises in pomposity.

You don’t need tomes of philosophical tracts to understand the Way.

The Way is simply the Way.

Like the Way to cook a half boiled egg.

Or the Way to play a perfect tremolo on the guitar.

Or the Way to build a life of your dreams.

Or the Way to repair a broken toilet.

Or the Way to San Jose.

And of course, there is no one Way to do all these things.

Which is why the Old Master said, ‘The Way that can be spoken is not the Way.’

As one of my current heroes, Mr Avenatti, would say, ‘It’s uncomplicated.’