Let Me Introduce Myself
Hi. I’m not a nice guy.
I’m not a villain, I’m just aggressively straightforward and allergic to sugar-coating.
Honestly, being a
bad guy is so liberating. Try it sometime: say what you mean, mean what you
say, and watch people panic like you just spoke English in Buenos Aires.
I’m selfish, not in the “I-won’t-tip-the-waitress” way. I’ll buy you drinks,
give you my shirt and maybe my Netflix password. I’m just not emotionally
invested in your drama. My selfishness is laser-focused on one thing:
self-realization. That’s right, I’m on a solo spiritual mission and you're a just
accidental guest.
I’m an existential nihilist, which is just a fancy way of saying I’ve
read too much so now nothing impresses me. Optimism? It's cute. Pessimism? A way too
retro. So I ended up here as a realist. Life’s not about seeing the glass
half-full or half-empty, it’s about how much trusty you are.
About the future (or lack thereof)
I’m not doing anything to become a millionaire, I have no stock options, and I
have no wish to open a juice bar in Bali, or find myself on a soul-searching
trek in Peru. My big plans include quietness, yoga, and staring into my mind
until it stares back with its cold indiference.
I am 60 years old and I’ve done reading, studying, traveling, socializing. Future goals? Get
really good at doing absolutely nothing... intentionally.
Yoga, my daily struggle
I’ve been doing Ashtanga yoga since 2006. Still struggling. Still sweating.
Still cursing under my breath during half primary. It’s not fun. It’s not
sexy. It’s a grind.
Ashtang Yoga is not about flexibility or cool poses. It’s about surrendering. Like,
daily. It’s basically a moving meditation where you find peace by breaking your routines, just a
little.
Ok, lets get to the point - Why I write this?
I’m not here to “wake you up.” I’m not Neo from The Matrix. I’m just
writing to keep my own head clear, like someone yelling into a void.
If you’re taking life too seriously, you’re missing the cosmic joke. We’re all
just fancy apes with Wi-Fi, inventing problems and pretending to solve them.
There is no Big "Truth". Life is fake: your job, your dreams, your
Instagram persona, even that deep quote you posted last night. You’re living a
lie, made of social conditioning and flavored truths being told to dream
big and work hard. Instead, maybe try dreaming less and breathing more.
So why do I write? Because this is cheaper than therapy.
That’s it. No moral, no sales pitch, no inspirational quote at the end. Unless
you count this - you live life because you don’t know what else to do. So
this web site is about learning to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
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