Wednesday, March 30, 2016

On Responsibility

Responsibility is weight.  Carrying the brunt of your needs, as well as the needs of others, on your shoulders.  Atlas style (and when being god is slightly less of a party than expected).  


So goes conventional wisdom.  And I’ve continued to hold that belief most likely out of resentment for having to ‘grow up’ and not live ‘carefree.’


And yet, let’s look at this again--
Responsible.  Able to respond.
Responsibility.  Ability to respond.  


I’m starting to see that being responsible can be as effortless as breath.  You receive input from the world, and you react fluidly in response (being proactive isn’t a part of my hardware yet, so we’ll skip that for now #carefree4lyfe).


Think about it--what enables you to respond, despite the level of adversity of the circumstance?   


A strong belief system.  A resolute way of seeing and being in the world that doesn’t have to flip flop about which is better, what is right, what do other people want, what do I really want (aka hello my life).  Just do it.  (Royalties from Nike pending.)  You know what course of action to take.  


The irony is that when you really believe in something, then there’s a certain amount of faith involved.  At some point, you just live it.  You stop questioning it.  You choose to stop agonizing over decisions, to stop carrying the world on your shoulders and moaning about it, and have something guide your decision making process--the internal compass to your north star.  Breath comes in, goes out.  It’s natural.  


In order to become fully responsible, you have to trust in something, you have to surrender your wanting to control everything in life to a certain belief system.  


The question is--do you accept the worldview that you grew up with, and the belief systems that you developed unconsciously; or you get under the hood and tinker a bit; or you tear the whole damn engine out and get to building a custom motor that runs on vegetable oil or quantum something.  You choose.  


Easy said.  The confusing part about being a millennial is having option overload.  Whereas the guiding principles of religion might have made responsibility a tad easier, most people these days are piecing together a variety of belief systems that either suit their level of comfort in life (piece of cake), or that really aligns with their life’s purpose (less piece of cake, more piece of bitter greens).  


I’m terribly indecisive because there’s too much of the former.  Too much pleaser, too much fear about hurting other people’s feelings (which, by the way, always leads to exactly what I’m trying to avoid--hurt feelings, which is like biting into a double shame hamburger with rocks hiding in it).  White noise affects the decision making process.  


It’s like being ADD when you’re parallel parking a trailer in NYC rush hour (man, really all over the car metaphors).  The blood is in the water and everyone wants a piece of you and by trying to make them happy by waving at them and assuring them you’re almost finished, you get distracted from actually doing what will help everyone involved most: move.  


Focus and being decisive are going to be become the most important skills that we can cultivate in the future.  


Religion made that easy.  Because clarity equals power.  We don’t really do religion like we used to though.    

So, what’s your religion?

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Inspiration

Inspiration.

In.
Spirit.
Connection.

When you engage or experience something that aligns with what you're here to do.  Or, as my bro likes to say--"that's Life talking to you."  And you can only listen with feelings.  

I get it when I'm blizzarding ideas with someone about how to make this place better.  When there's a joke that keeps building and building and taking sharp turns until we end up somewhere geographically unrelated to where we started--when the maps have been burned in the process.  When I write about something, and it comes from somewhere else--when that little glimmer of something greater than the sum of my parts shows up in what I've just created.  

There's no right or wrong (as ever), and the question is: what aligns you with what's greater than you, in you? 






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Saturday, March 26, 2016

"If you were the best in the world at what you do--

what would you be doing right now?"


How would you be doing it?

It's only scary if you don't do it.  


Affirmation: the Last Frontier

We used to have to survive.  That was our responsibility.

Now, the food is there.  The roof is there.  Now, our responsibility is to grow and evolve.  To thrive.  Emotionally.   

What does this mean?  I keep telling myself that it means the last frontier is within.  

It means that every time you overcome a micro fear--the reptilian hind-brain in you that doesn’t understand emotions and logic--you evolve a little bit.  So reach out to the person you admire for their work, even though it’s scary to put yourself out there.

It means that instead of trying to fix other people when they are struggling with something, to simply listen.  To let go of needing to be right.  

And to go create something beautiful.  Every day.  

If you do, we’ll make better food.  Better roofs.  Better lives, a better world--a better you.  A better us.  


Wednesday, March 16, 2016

"What Do People Thank You For?"

It’s an off-beat question, one you don’t ask the cashier at the register, or even your loved ones over dinner.  And it’s aimed at assessing your innate gifts.  What makes you you.  The theme song and number of lights and weird prizes of your internal pinball machine (isn’t that what life feels like sometimes?).  And I’ve been really struggling with it.  

Not because people don’t thank me, though.  Mostly because I’ve spent the majority of my life not listening.  I block it out.  Next!

And this goes way back--I remember being rather good at baseball when I was a young.  I was the “home run king” of my coaches pitch league--I hit something like 23 in-the-park home runs; to boot, I was a team player, and encouraged others with spirit.  Yet when the parents of my teammates (or my own parents) would praise my leadership abilities, or for hitting another home run, I would cringe and veer away.  I didn’t want to hear it.  It made me writhe on the inside.  Eventually, my baseball skills withered to match my self-esteem--nada.  

The question boils down to a self-love thing.  Which might be the greatest affliction of our time, given how often we subconsciously compare ourselves to others on social media.  

I’ve had to make a conscious effort to accept praise, and to acknowledge the way someone sees me.  It’s hard, because the hard-wiring I’ve developed says, “Oh no, that’s not me!  Uh-uh!  Get that ish outta here!”  

News flash, kiddo: it IS you!  

Recently, a friend commented that I have a wonderful presence.  I caught myself before blocking it out, and simply replied, “Thanks man, that’s really incredible of you to say.”  
When I sat down with a pen and paper to answer this question, what do you think was the first thing that came to my mind?

Presence.  Makes sense, right?  

After all, we all know what an honor it is to be seen, to feel loved.  There’s nothing more human.  How often though, it’s simply us that gets in the way.  

If you don’t believe in yourself, or have a hard time naming your uniqueness, listen closely to what others are saying.  Just listen.  Maybe you’ll hear a part of yourself talking.  

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

The Human Mirror



I remember walking slow.  The vegetables and paint bright, even glowing, and the market whirling--children chasing each other, a man grabbing and pushing another, two women with their wares, laughing.  One heart beat per step.  All around the cruelty and pure affection of the heart and mind--people arguing, embracing, spitting, ignoring, ushering you in for tea.  Time and space throngs and clots and courses onward.  I get a straight razor shave.  My skin burns.  The rickshaw driver and I never speak.  Just look briefly in one another’s eyes, before I ask to take his photograph.  He nods, sure.  The human mirror is flawed, ambiguous--a phone number scrawled in the bottom corner, cracks from a stray cricket ball running like veins; the fog of another's breath.  It’s impossible to distinguish who I am and what I am not when looking into this man's eyes.  Is that his longing?  My sadness?  What are we carrying?  Over time, questions multiply until everything loses coherence--maybe you aren’t sure whether you miss your friends or whether you miss the idea of missing them; you’re not sure if you’re callous toward beggars, or just consistent with your ideals.  The illusion of control washes away in a landslide of uncertainties and the jabber of a foreign language.  All that remains is the steady flux of things unanswered.   Knowing gives you black and white.  Not knowing gives you a brush and a bunch of different colors.  I take a picture of the rickshaw driver.  Smile as best I can.  I remember my heart is beating, and my feet turn and begin to move.  The gangly teenager next to the rickshaw wears no shirt and his Playboy boxers show.  Bollywood music blares from his phone.  A cow rummages through trash next to him.  Pigeons squabble atop the white temple across the road.  


Sunday, March 13, 2016

What We're Failing to See in Trump: Ourselves

Louis C.K., in his recent letter undressing Donald Trump, said a few things that I think struck at the heart of the whole Trump debacle: “Trump is a messed up guy with a hole in his heart that he tries to fill with money and attention. He can never ever have enough of either and he’ll never stop trying… He’s a sad man.”

Or, as my brother put it today--"That guy must not have a lot of love for himself if he’s putting out so much hate onto other people.”

Sure, Trump irks me.  But it’s more that I think he would make a disastrous president, not that I hate his guts as a human being.  

When people are incredibly violent, it’s mostly because they have experienced an incredible amount of violence in their life, either at the hands of others, or internally, inflicting violence upon themselves.  

If it’s not coming from others, we inflict violence upon ourselves when we’re out of touch with our needs.  

While we all possess the same basic physical (food, shelter, water) and emotional (respect, identity, love) needs, our specific combination of needs is unique for each of us.  Introverts need more time alone than extroverts.  Some people need more information (scientists) and some people need to be more creative (artists).  Some people need to spend more time outside, some people need to feel more physical touch than others.  Those are all things we need on some level, but the intensity of the need ranges depending upon your unique makeup as a human being.  

But if you’re unaware of what your personal needs are--and, goddamnit, I wish they taught this type of personal development in school--and spend your life engaging things and people that don’t get your needs met, then you are inflicting violence upon yourself.  This might sound trite, but compiled over years and years, this can do quite a bit of damage. And more often than not, we--as wonderfully flawed and messy creatures--project that violence outward onto others.  

Back to this Trump character.   

Now, taking a compassionate stance towards Trump might seem unrealistically or unreasonably enlightened, or somehow impossible.  Or as an excuse to condone what he says, and how he is saying it.  That’s not what I’m saying at all.  Rather, that it’s simply a bit easier to understand why someone would say such things when you consider that they have the same needs that you have (albeit a specific combination), and maybe those needs aren’t being met.  

I think Americans are scared to see that their country could be coming to this.  More importantly, many Americans are scared (or proud) to admit that they’ve got a little Trump in them.   

Trump scares a lot of people because they don’t want to believe that this could possibly be part of reality--their reality.  More specifically, they don’t want to believe that they themselves could ever be like Trump.  That they could think thoughts like that, let alone speak them aloud.  

But honestly, we’re all pretty messed up.  We all have habits and patterns and belief systems most of which we’ve developed before ever employing a fully functioning rational thought process.  No wonder we make so many mistakes.  No wonder we have mood swings and have phobias.  No wonder we’re so, SO messy, at times.  And that’s the crazy and infuriating and beautiful part about being human.  

We all have irrational fears and desires.  We all have terrible, fucked up thoughts at some points in our lives.  Some of us act on them, some don’t.  

Trump happens to not only think a disproportionate amount of those type of thoughts that you don’t want to admit you might have thought, or have the potential to think, but also acts on them.  Regularly.  Flaunts it, really.  

The question is--what does reflecting back the same type of hate that he puts out do for us?  What does it do to us?

Trump is the subconscious nightmare that we all don’t want to admit that we, as a nation, have birthed.  Will things detonate?  Certainly.  Will things get very, very ugly?  Without a doubt.  

Yet he’s also the current linchpin in our national healing process--more than anything, Trump presents an opportunity for self-acceptance.  Both individual and collective.  This is an unfathomable test of our humanity.  And if we see it like that, it will, if anything, make our lives a little less complicated, or at least we won’t spend so much time consumed by hate.  Because who consciously wants to live their life like that?   

Now, am I any good at this?  Not really, but awareness is always the first step.  And do I want him as our next president?  HELL NOOO!!!!!!!!  That would be TERRIBLE.  

At the same time, next time we’re spewing back the very same brand of venom he’s doling out, maybe we should take a second to consider from what part of our own psyche that hate is coming from.  And to remember that we can choose how we react.  


Thursday, March 3, 2016

Homeward Bound

The hardest part about traveling is coming home.  We’ve changed, and our friends seemingly haven’t, so we struggle to reconcile, let alone integrate, our former and current selves.  We might feel resentment about many things that we never even considered previously (consumerism, shallow social interactions, etc.), and it’s really difficult not to fall back into old habits.  And the most difficult fact of all to swallow?  WAL-MART STILL EXISTS.


Upon returning from a gap year of travel, it felt as though the things that I learned--mindfulness, a sense of interconnectedness, tolerance, gratitude (what am I, Buddha or something?)--were slowly oozing through my hands.  
And rightly so, as I wasn’t taking concrete actions to either incorporate the truths I had realized on the road into my old life, or use them to create the foundation and scaffolding of a new life; rather, I spent a lot of time complaining that ‘home’ wasn't providing me happiness.  Aka Buddha flips out.  


There are few things more disheartening than feeling new worlds and perspectives and ways of being in you grow and become clear, only to find yourself  in the basement beating Super Mario Kart for the 2,837th time (consolation: damn Cocoa Puffs are good!).  


In reality, my needs had simply evolved.  Social interactions clearly signalled this, as I was no longer content engaging in meaningless conversations with people at parties--I wanted to talk about what it feels like to be immersed in the babble of a foreign language and how that affects your psychology, or the patience required to haggle down the price of a bottle of water at the local shop.  I wanted to talk big-picture, and wanted to connect with the humanity in others, like I had done so many times with strangers during my travels.  


I wanted to be different than the person I was before I left, but didn’t quite know how to go about doing that.  As a result, I felt very, very lonely at times; most often, my journal consoled me in these moments of perceived isolation.


For travelers, journaling can oftentimes becomes the central axis for understanding and transformation, the forge where revolutionary ideas and beliefs and “HOLY SH**’s!!” get hammered into a personally sensible, working definition of the self.  Traveling forces us to change more than we can stand--or are aware of--and the only remnants I have of former selves (because the bodies of memories grow old and frail, too) remain in those well-worn books.  


I understand this about writing.  Yet it still shocked me when I opened my first travel journal recently, and was confronted with, well, the consummate a-hole that I was at the time.  


On the first day of my trip in New Zealand, I wrote, “I'm going to find out who I am and where I belong, and I'm going to knock down the door to get there.  Well, maybe just ring the doorbell enough until some smokin' hot chick lets me in.”  


Complete.  Prick.  


I guess it all makes sense when you consider that this guy was writing...


That’s über-cool-kid me on the left at the onset of my gap year travels in New Zealand (I traveled onward to Australia, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, India, and Nepal).  The most important lesson learned during my travels?  Don’t take pictures like this.


It’s easy to talk about myself like this now, and in hindsight, I can more fully appreciate how those experiences utterly transformed the trajectory of my life, my value system, and my way of being in the world.


But those first months coming home are still seared into my memory.


If you’ve changed significantly--either in your perspective on the world, or in how you view yourself--then returning to a world staked out and habitualized by a former self can lead to internal confusion and alienation.  


This is largely because your self-worth revolves tightly around the environment in which you grew up in and the people that surrounded and shaped you growing up; not feeling a strong connection to those who have been an integral part of the construction of your identity--to put it in the terms of 18-year old me--“straight up sucks, dude!”


Chances are that who you are now, and who you want to become, don’t align with who you were before you left.  


What to do?


DEVELOP NEW HABITS


Most of who we are stems from conditioning, habits, and belief systems that we develop before we’re cognizant of them--they’re ingrained in us.  And de/re-programming the hardware in our brains is no walk in the park.  Habits and beliefs seemingly rule our lives at times, and what’s even sneakier is that they operate subconsciously (yes, the habits are cowards, not I!).


For me, one old habit that caused me a lot of internal anguish was not taking my time when eating my food (okay, so “not taking my time while eating” meaning shoveling peanut butter into my face with a backhoe-spoon motion rather viciously...).  Like clockwork, this was followed by a bout of shame and, well, to put it lightly, “gastric distress.”  I’m still working on this today, but am so much more conscious of how I eat than before.  


Notice, simply, what your old habits are, and how they attribute or detract from your quality of life.  How do you feel after re-engaging an old habit?  What’s the thought process that ensues?  What do you want to change about your old way of being, and what new things do you want to integrate?   


Thought about it for a bit?  Okay great, now you can return to your bucket of Ben and Jerry’s.  


See, the tricky thing about trying to apply lessons learned while traveling is that they are most often not really things that you can set a ‘goal’ for.  How does one set a goal for greater tolerance?  Saying “by October, I will be 80% more tolerant” sounds stupid.  Because it is.  


So focus on small actions that cultivate that sense of tolerance in everyday life.  Maybe create a small catchphrase or affirmation to say to yourself when you notice yourself judging other people--“I fully recognize that we are all human beings with the same needs, desires, and struggles.”  Or, “Live, and let live.”  Or, “Everybody has their own thing.”  When you notice yourself slipping into an old thought process, say your catch phrase and return back to yourself, rather than allowing other people to irritate/scare you, and thus hold power over your life.  


Simply put: sure, set goals--then consider what habits, and small, manageable actions you can take that will naturally lead to those goals.  


It takes roughly thirty days of repeat action in order to create a habit, whereas the difficulty in focusing solely on your goal lies in constantly staring at the prize at the top of the mountain, which hijacks your concentration away from what you can do today, right now, to get you there.  


There’s no guidebook for this--no one can tell you exactly what all of your habits are (well, other than your mother when she’s yelling at you for itching the cocoa puff scratch a little too hard), and even if they can, no one can do the work of creating new habits that align with your value system or aspirations for you.  


This may seem daunting, and somehow slightly unfair--I get it, I’m a pretentious Millennial who’s also received an unfair amount of the ‘lazy’ DNA sequence from his ancestral lineage--yet to be clear, you don’t have to change all your old habits and create new ones all at once.  And you won’t.  Because you can’t.  It’s simply not human.  Building long-standing habits calls for effort and persistence dashed with patience and self-forgiveness.  Not your standard ‘to-go’ menu options, sure, which is why most New Year’s resolutions fail so miserably--we’re simply not used to delayed gratification.  


So start with baby steps.  


And the first step towards transformation is always awareness.


While there are many things that you simply can’t see and understand about yourself (it’s helpful to have honest friends and family who give you constructive feedback on your blind spots), the willingness to take an honest internal inventory of your strengths and weaknesses naturally snowballs into growth.  You have to want it, in the first place.


So, after establishing a willingness to change oneself, how does one go about further developing this ‘awareness’ thing?  (And, suddenly, I’m Buddha again!)


A great habit to develop that will nurture a keener sense of awareness is--ta-daaaaa, you guessed it--journaling.  Not the I-hate-my-life scribble scrabble or amateur hack poetry (I say this because that’s all I’ve written for most of my life), but rather a simple exercise that flexes much of what your travel jones impelled you naturally to flex.  


It’s called T.A.L.L.  


T.A.L.L.
Thankfulness, Accomplishment, Laughter, and Learning.


So before you go to bed, get your journal out, and reflect upon each of these themes and how it played a role in your day.  By all means, do this while traveling, but most importantly, upon return.  It will tune you into your internal processes while navigating the reintegration process, and help to maintain that sense of openness, questioning, and gratitude that traveling naturally triggers within us.


Here’s how I go about this (let it be known though--this is totally up to you!  There are no rules rules).


Thankfulness
Traveling naturally breeds appreciation--you start missing showers and Mom's Mac ‘n Cheese real quick once you find yourself pooing sideways for a month straight in India.  This will most likely make it glaringly apparent what you've been taking for granted your entire--let's be real here--pompous, entitled, life, and what you’re beholden to (ugh, your parents).  But more often than material comforts, it’s the immaterial contents of our lives that we’re most grateful for--the quality of a relationship with someone, or a particularly stimulating or fulfilling conversation, or the way that the air feels on your skin that day.  Every moment offers something new to be grateful for.
Accomplishment
This doesn’t have to be simply knocking your to-do list out of the park (another Mario Kart level up?  CHECK)--rather, focus on your state of being.  Was I at peace today, with myself, and with the world?  How did I handle the anxiety that came up when I was introduced to a stranger and became fearful of how they might judge me?  Was I kind to those I interacted with today?  Now, that doesn’t mean you should ignore your logistical accomplishments--in fact, celebrating what you do achieve by our cultural standards remains an important part of one’s self-worth.  Just remember that those are most likely other people’s standards, not your own.  Reflecting upon what you consider an accomplishment begins fostering your own definition of success, which is the foundation for a meaningful life.  


Laughter
Nothing is more important than writing down the moments when you doubled over, guffawing.  Once you begin to comb through your day, chances are you'll recognize how often you do laugh, which can be quite alarmingly awesome to realize.  Humor plays a vital role in augmenting our creativity, which directly affects our sense of well-being.  Simply put--no one ever complained about laughing too much.  


Learning
I recently spoke with a man who pulled both of his children out of school when they were 7 and 9, and traveled around the world with them for a year.  He said that traveling was their education, and that schooling was, well, their schooling.  And that’s exactly why the term "Gap Year" misleads-- it implies some gaping hole in your life, when in reality, a year of experiential learning may be one of the richest chapters of your story.  Such a journey not only prepares you to succeed academically at college (because you'll be refreshed and have a greater understanding of what interests you), it piques a curiosity that engenders life-long learning.  If you begin to apply that curiosity, to pay close attention to your life, you'll see that every interaction presents a teaching (if you’re willing to see it), and moments of adversity will ‘test’ your character.  There’s no “GPA” for growing up.  Welcome to the School of Life.  


The acronym is all fine and good, but there’s one important thing to remember: don’t reduce your entries to rote and cliche fluffballs: "I'm thankful for my health, my family, and my iPhone."  NOOOOOO!!!!  Just put those in reverse order… okay, that’s better.


In all sincerity, focus on being thankful specifically for what happened that day--maybe your good health allowed you to run away from a gang of really cute, yet kinda rabid street kids who wanted all of your pencils even though you didn’t have any.  Or, if you’re thankful for your family, what member of your family are you thankful for, and why?  What in your day caused you to think about them, and cherish the role that they play in your life?  How has their presence enriched your life?  


While it’s important to tackle the big picture questions--“What makes me feel alive?” “What is my personal definition of success?” “What are my biggest strengths, and my most glaring weaknesses?”)--they oftentimes have the quality of goals.  One and done.  The mountain you’re staring up at.


A more promising endeavor would be to convert your answers to big-picture questions into intentions--loose guiding parameters for your life.  Then utilize T.A.L.L. and build the habit of reflecting upon your experiences.  Your reflections will indicate whether or not you’re heading in the direction of those intentions, and the life you want to lead.


Think that you’ll struggle to do this every day?  Then you’re like 98% of the world's population--join the club!  A handy solution: grab a friend who is also interested in such things, and create a spreadsheet where you track and share your accomplishments, holding each other accountable in the process.  Schedule weekly check-ins with one another to share your processes.  


When practiced daily, this reflective exercise cultivates an acute awareness for the details that accrue into a vividness of life, a life you can hold in your hands and feel the edges and texture of.  A life you can begin to appreciate simultaneously from a bird's eye view, and from within your heart.


Maybe you caught the flash of a smile on someone’s face in the market while they were looking down, lost in their own world.  Maybe you saw an old woman taking her sweet, sweet time hobbling along while traffic streams around her, honking.  Maybe someone took the time to really look you in the eyes and take you seriously.  


So--before you go to bed, write down what you're thankful for, what you've accomplished, what made you laugh, and what you learned that day.  And if you do that long enough, a smokin' hot chick will answer the door and tell you who you are.  Just kidding.  


But you will become more conscious of the beauty and blessings that your life bestows upon you daily; more grateful, humble (you know, just a few of the things that every great spiritual tradition ever uphold), interested, honest, and fun.  You will become more awake, and more alive.  


Paying attention is the greatest resource that we have as human beings.  And if you’re really paying attention, you’ll see that every interaction offers a gift from a stranger, or a loved one.  And those are the gifts that will continue to give.