Eudaimonia & Wellbeing
More beauty and craft,
less factory line
More weird and rebellious,
less safe and derivative
More really hard inspired work,
less status games
More authentic expression of self,
less patagonia vest
less factory line
More weird and rebellious,
less safe and derivative
More really hard inspired work,
less status games
More authentic expression of self,
less patagonia vest
Asylum Ventures
“Yes, I’m ambitious,” a friend told me recently, “but climbing the corporate ladder does not interest me like it used to. A title, a bump in pay—it’s not satisfying. What I need to feel successful and fulfilled is completely different. Am I doing something that brings satisfaction? Do I feel like I’m learning? Do I feel like I’m contributing? Do I... See more
Patricia Mou • [non-paywalled issue] The Rabbit Hole 🕳🐇 issue no.34
The purpose of moral principles, or more particularly moral virtues , is to guide us towards our telos . Once we lose the crucial concepts of character and potential, we are left with a morality consisting of abstract rules, or an acceptance of “human nature” as it is, or judgements about particular actions removed from their proper context. As... See more
Practice and Virtue
Yes, philosophy is a serious, rigorous academic discipline, with a lot of people reading Wittgenstein in the original German and pontificating away in a paywalled journal article. But it’s also, I think, a discipline that is meant to resonate with our ordinary lives, our real lives outside the ivory tower. In our real lives, we’re falling in love... See more
how to change your life, part 2: agnes callard's aspiration
Poetry as religion
podcasts.apple.comInstead of a commitment to "winning" other people's games, I felt a commitment to design a life that I deeply enjoy inhabiting 3. I saw how my ambition can be unleashed not just in work but as a husband, father, friend, gardener, writer, citizen, and whatever other components now make up my fluid and evolving identity. It's not that I didn't... See more
Here//&Now
here-and-now.glitch.meI felt an urgent demand in the blood. I could hear its call. Its whistling disturbed me by day and its howl woke me in the night. I heard the drum of the sun. Every path was a calling cadence, the flight of every bird a beckoning, the color of ice an invitation: come. The forest was a fiddler, wickedly good, eyes intense and shining with a fast... See more