Play From Your Fucking Heart: A Somewhat Twisted Escape Plan for People Who Usually Hate Self-Help Books

Nature is a wonderful teacher if you take the time to notice. Sadly for most of us it’s become an enemy, something to hide from behind double-glazed windows in centrally heated air-conditioned artificially illuminated boxes called homes. But if you do ever venture out of your box there are a million miracles available to those who pause long enough

Chances are if you have a dull, grey, low grade ever present depressed feeling, if you live life with a sense that something’s missing, like something’s not quite right, you too are probably living an inauthentic existence.

“you’re living a life of compromise – like an ex-con trying to go straight, you’re denying your rock and roll past, feigning conventionality, you don’t belong here…”

I knew I had a wonderful life, the one that I’d worked hard to attain and that society said I should have, but inside my soul was dying – I’d lost a part of myself, I was becoming a creature of the commonplace. I had the terrible feeling that my life had become guaranteed, I could see it stretching out before me, safe and predictable,

shut down pain and joy drops accordingly. Remember, there’s no mixing desk when it comes to emotions, just one giant master volume control, you turn one down, you turn ’em all down and next thing you know is you’re living a beige existence.

an AFGO. Another fuckin’ growth opportunity.

“the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”

it’s a perpetual Sunday afternoon existence.

it’s a lunatic asylum masquerading as a safe haven.