OK, that’s a figure of speech; don’t literally stop sleeping. But hear me out. Continue reading “You Can Sleep When You’re Dead”
Stagnation seems to be one of the worst conditions one can impose on themself. When one ceases to challenge themself, to push themself, to broaden their horizons, one consequently ceases to learn, to grow, to live. For a life not in motion is quite possibly the very definition of a meaningless existence.
There’s nothing extraordinary about life. Nothing unusual or amazing about being alive, about existing. Billions have done it in the past, billions are doing it as I type these words, and billions more will do it long after this post is written. What’s so special about something that everyone else is doing, that they’ve been doing their whole lives? Continue reading “There’s Nothing Extraordinary About Life”