The Daily Podcast Experiment I’ve been conducting a bit of a podcast experiment recently. It involves visiting an iPhone application called Anchor on a daily basis, where I record material for later publishing as a podcast episode. I like working with audio. I like to write too but writing an articles takes longer to create than […]
Lazy Sunday Morning It’s one of those lazy Sunday mornings here for me. You know those days – the ones where you’ve nothing to do except stay in bed, stare out the window or read a book. Slow is good. It’s better than fast in my opinion although there was a time when it was […]
I was with my uncle yesterday – he loves to talk. We got chatting about work initially then the conversation moved to the question; what happens when we die? He’s in his late sixties I think. By no means old, but like my parents he believes it to be so. I think in our culture, as soon as grandchildren come alone we begin to feel our time is up. Why is that?
We’re all playing the game but sometimes it’s not so apparent. Sometimes we get caught up in what we perceive as the negative side of things then shout about how life shouldn’t be this way. We want to hold someone or something accountable for the apparent injustice then join others who feel the same and form a bitching shop. Maybe we simply need to play the game consciously.
With the advance of artificial intelligence many jobs you and I now do will be lost to more efficient machines. But it might not all be bad. Imagine receiving a regular income from the state to pursue your artistic endeavours at your leisure. No more stress and pressure to work for a living. Your sense of self-worth is no longer linked to income or role in the workforce. Idealistic? Maybe.
I’ve written before about how some of the most significant experiences of my life to date have come about all of their own accord. At least on reflection that’s how it appears. Sure, I was involved in those experiences, I was there from the start, if there was in fact a start. But there were many apparent micro events that conspired to make those experiences come about and I had no direct hand in them. I can see this now as a common thread in everything.
You must kill your fucking heroes! Take the metaphorical blade and slit their metaphorical throats. Slaughter them! Have no mercy. These fictions are no use to you. They keep you from your best work and enslave you in the false idea that they have come to represent in your mind.
All this striving for success is exhausting. I’m in my 43rd year on this earth and this has certainly been my experience. Most people I have ever spoken to about it agree that there’s something in this striving for success that just doesn’t fit. The reality of our experience seems to be completely different from what we’re told we need to do, what we believe it takes to get what we want.
Where do thoughts come from? It’s a question I constantly ask myself. Sometimes when I listen to an audiobook or read an actual book, I get this feeling that what I’m hearing is entirely internal. It’s like there’s nobody else involved. It’s just me talking to me.