Eudaimonia & Wellbeing
Social media doesn’t let us actually absorb the information we consume. We’re blasted with low-context content and given no time to reflect on what we’ve just consumed before the next video starts to play. Functionally, it’s the same as junk food – we absorb the message straight into our psyche without vetting it, contextualizing it or reflecting... See more
“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
We live in a state of perpetual dissociation from the almost unbearable wonder of being alive. Wonder is always an edge state, its edge so sharp it threatens to rupture the mundane and sever us from what we mistake for reality — the TV, the townhouse, the trauma narrative. If we fell asleep each night remembering “the singularity we once were” and... See more
Maria Popova • The Cosmogony of You
You can’t wait until everyone understands you and gives you their permission and blessing to go live your life how you want. You don’t need to feel guilty about moving on, letting go, losing their dumb status games, and going after your own life goals. It is ok if you’re not properly calibrated to humanity and meet some people who try to take... See more
Patricia Mou • [non-paywalled issue] The Rabbit Hole 🕳🐇 issue no.34
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
I 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