Passing through

To make courageous decisions I practice feeling temporary.

Pretend life is temporary and eventually none of this will matter. Imagine we are here a very short time and then disappear leaving no trace.

I practice doing now what I feel drawn to. I am not going to be remembered.

We are all hounded relentlessly by bullshit and I don’t wish to accommodate it any longer.

This includes pop music in the car where most of the song themes are about how and why someone doesn’t love us anymore. 

Listening to all the chatter is disconcerting. Listening to no one is lonely.

Imagine you are one in several billion on a planet of one in several billion.

This makes life more meaningless or more meaningful, depending how you look at it. I’m choosing meaning, but not getting all hung up about it.

Picture yourself already not here. As Rumi said, die before you die. What would you miss? Do that.

Why do so many people try to dart across the page with a paper sack on their head, unknown to themselves and to others?

Regarding creative source, Mary Oliver compared it to noticing stars- we try to measure and calculate their shape instead of absorbing and reflecting the heat.