The thing that gets the most under my skin is walking around the world and seeing people who have stopped living.
I see them on buses and in
restaurants and walking on the street and it fucking devastates me.
It’s fucking miserable.
It’s a club 70% of our world
has prescribed to.
I went to shake them and light
a fire in their eyes.
You must quit the life you
hate to start living.
I was talking with somebody
last week about somebody changing careers and they said, “If I was them I would
just lie down, take it and work for another 10 years even if I hated it, just
to retire. They’re so close. Why start again?”
Every molecule in my being
detested those words.
It makes my hackles raise and
my mouth froth resent.
Doing the movements–the
degree/the debt, the office job, the pension, the mortgage, waking up everyday
hating a job you have to work to support the house you didn’t really want to
buy and the degree you didn’t really use for the pension you’ll never use
because you’ll get a disease from your misery and die before you can enjoy it
isn’t living.
Whatever asshole told you
that, lied.
I’m sorry—but its all absolute
bollux and you need to start again.
Our generation is blessed with
living in a world where we can do whatever the hell we want–we can pull jobs
out of our assholes and throw pasta on walls.
There are kids pranking their
moms on their Youtube channels getting paid 60,000 a video off advertising.
We live in a cool time–are you
aware of what we can do, what you can do?
How some of my friends left
their 9-5’s and started their own business and are absolutely killing it is not
extraordinary to me.
I don’t think I or they are
special cases.
I think too many people lay
down in a life they don’t love and go, “Well, I guess I’m here so… fuck it,
I’ll just stay.”
No shit we are a bunch of
black out weekly alcoholics.
No shit we are addicted to
Netflix so we can check out of real life.
No shit we get depressed
because we feel it is hopeless and there’s no point.
Who said we have to stay?
Who said the solution is to
lay down, wake up, brush our teeth, pee, get dressed, eat, shit, eat, and
sleep?
Maybe your parents or a cool uncle
or who knows—anyways, it isn’t true.
A friend of mine is in his
seventies and getting a divorce.
When he told me his choice he said, “Janne, now is the most pressing time. And I know, shit, I only have maybe 20 years left. How do I want to live those 20 years?”
You
aren’t doing anybody a favor when you stop living, stop trying.
When we heal our suffering, we
heal this world.
When we do what we love, we
heal this world.
You don’t need to write some
fucking self help book with the intention it’s going to save people, or become
Tony Robbins or go build 12 schools in Colombia (or do) to save our planet—you
want to save our planet? Live your god damn truth.
Speak your truth, be your
truth, live your truth—and go make some money off your truth while you’re at
it.
Don’t lie down and drink the
Kool aide and think you’re doing anyone any favors.
The greatest cause of dis-ease
is emotions that manifest into physical pain in our bodies—you want to swallow
your truth and work, live a job you hate—it will kill you and that ain’t doing
you or your family any favors either.
So how does it heal this world
if I do what I love?
Because when you do what you
love, you shine.
You become happy.
You float like a fucking
weightless chipmunk through your days because nothing is heavy anymore.
People will walk up to you and
when you tell them they will go, “Ahhhhh, that’s why. You’re happy because you
do what you love.”
Like its some god damn secret
that somebody needs to tell everybody else (even though you already know and he
knows, and she knows and we all know).
“But, who will do all the jobs
like bag groceries? Pick the garbage up? Not everybody is a beautiful, blonde,
white 27-year-old female who can play on a surfboard and write poetry.”
You’re right, there is only
one me—and my truth and my joy is writing poetry and somebody else’s truth and
joy might be being a tow truck driver. In fact, one of the happiest humans I
have ever met is a tow truck driver in Victoria. Shit grinning happy. Maybe
happier than me.
He is living.
So quit blaming everybody for
not living your life.
And go try.
If
you woke up tomorrow morning and had 6 million dollars, what would you do?
You have your thing—now go
fucking live
it.
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