Hello 2025: what makes a good life?

Our deepest fear isn't that we are inadequate, is that we are powerful beyond measure.

What makes a good life?

A good life could mean a lot of things, to really… a lot of people. It’s amazing the abundance we all share. Maybe I’m painting with a broad brush here, but do you ever think, what does it for you? The thing that makes you tick everyday? It keeps you doing whatever you do. Is it sufficient? Does it represent all that you are, at your core, your fundamentals, your DNA? Is it abundant without bounds, limiting beliefs, doubts and fears, free of the everyday contamination? Social media has made comparison disorders and other vast personality disorders like bi-polar and imposter syndrome trade like currency in real time. We retreat, we stop standing up for ourselves, and evidently throw in the towel from being so worn out.

When we are on the cusp of great things, new opportunties, and possibly a turning point in our lives. We give up, without reason, or a good reason should I say. It’s vague why we do what we do, because it’s so complex. It would be like trying to get every single thought we have out of our heads. It would be impossible.

Hello… 2025? Is that you?

It’s giving hints of The Jetsons and some undertones of “this is going to be the best fucking year of my life.” After all, all this anxiety is really just a representation of trying to predict the future, when in reality, I have no control over it. Knowing that keeps me present. It keeps me from the putting mental blocks on things and following my most animal like - habitual tendencies. In order to be free, in order to have freedom, you really do need to let stuff go and feel it deep in you.. That means accepting you really just aren’t’ living up to your highest potential. It should bother the absolute dog shit out of you.

It’s really important we find some grace in the things we definitely have no say in. The future being one. I think of all the times I’ve ever felt weak or powerless, just flat out mentally drained. Hell, adulthood alone is exhausting in general even if you’re the best at it. (No one is the best at it) Not even that crazy Uncle who always seems to be happy, we all have baggage! It’s a constant rinsing and repeating of learning, growing, and making mistakes.

But without holding back, you really need to leap and bet on yourself. You get to a point in time where everything is so loud, and your tired all the time, eventually you become quick and snappy, and not in the cute “awh good joke” way. One day it just gets hard, it’s not easy like it was when your 19. It’s all peaks and valleys but sometimes, it’s gonna feel just like a valley. You’ll feel stuck, numb even. Then what? It’s easy to say pick yourself up on a bad day, but I think it takes understanding who you are that makes it possible to pick yourself up.

Same rule applies when you want to ascend, achieve more, expand your horizons and grow in profound ways. It takes knowing who you are, what does it for you.

Theres a lot of people that will point their finger to anything but being accountable for their themselves. But at the end of the day, it’s on you. It’s up to you. It’s your environment and all you should be asking yourself is “How do I make this work better for me?” “How can I dream a dream so big, that I can make it my reality?” “How do I make the plans, the steps, the what’s next, real?”

I love writing about what you should and shouldn’t do in blogs because it’s like really not up to me either. I don’t know how you should live your life. But I do know, the more we talk about what we want, the more we can put it all out there and go for it, the more it teaches the ones we love that they can do it too. We inadvertently gives others permission to be their best when we decide the best contribution we can make to this world is by doing our best. The best impact I can have on you is to be the best me and I hope other people just sort of pick up on that. I put what I need into the world, and manifest it hard. Reminds of this poem, Our deepest fear.

I love dreaming of the details. I love thinking of what it will feel like when I achieve that thing or accomplish that goal, or conquer that fear. I romanticize with it. It’s makes it feel real. Instead of thinking of whole horrid and ratchet of a person I can be. The guy who maybe let himself down one too many times. It happens. But where your focus goes, your energy flows.

It gives me a peace of mind knowing I’m living a life that’s important to me and I’m steadfast on improving and facing my biggest fears. It has value and meaning. Theres a direction that I’m not willing to deviate from. I have big dreams and aspirations of accomplishing so much. I often worry about dying to soon. It makes me sad to think I may not ever really get enough of this life. I’m obsessed, I love the feeling living gives me.

What’s the alternative? I could be one like Brad Pitt in that movie “Interview with a Vampire.” And just live forever….

But it keeps me hungry to make the best out of my next 100 years or 10. Is that to heavy for standard blog post, whatever? Like yeah, we gonna die, one day hopefully not for a long time. All the more reason to spend everyday taking in as much of life as you can, don’t let it just slip by. Theres so much to love about it. Even feeling stuck in between two things, trust the gut.

Nothing beats not knowing, because like what do we have to lose? If we believe we deserve good things, why don’t we create a pathway for that to be possible? Rather than question if we will die to soon to take all this beautiful life in? That is in essence a good life, walking into your fears courageously and with conviction. Don’t let anyone change your mind about it. People try to make simple constructs about life and religion, and whatever have you, into complex debates. Politics, blah blah blah. They turn things into complex existential topics that become a meal that only our eyes can eat. I prefer the kiss method, ah yes, it goes like this.

Keep it simple stupid.