Thought Diary - Upside Down Snow Globe

This morning I went through a few journal entries I wrote four years ago. I have to say that my interest level was not that high; I would rate it a 6/10. So I wonder: why do I write journals, or why do I write blog posts here?  Art by ajak60 . Reason.  A few days ago I read a personal improvement blog article along the lines of how 99% of people fight over mediocrity  because not everyone is willing to take risks and go for the top. Ultimately, the blog focuses on the path to become extraordinary and more productive....  I suppose a blog can be an inspirational and insightful blog. I wrote a post centering solely around productivity and advertised it on Reddit ( Block Life - Productivity Experiment ). To this date, that post outranks all of my other posts on this blog.  I considered making my blog like that, but there is a big difference between writing for myself and writing for others. While writing a blog for views, shares, and customers, I feel like I have to r

Static friction > kinetic friction It is well known that pushing a stationary object into motion requires more force than accelerating an object already in motion. This concept, unfortunately, also applies to life.  It is much harder to start and commit to actions that require us to get out of our beds and do stuff. Sometimes, the weather is too hot, and I feel like shutting down. Other times, the weather is too cold, and I feel like huddling in my blanket. Sometimes I am too full, and I feel like walking around aimlessly. Anything besides what I am supposed to do. Art from Made in Abyss. It gets worse.  Don't think that once you get started you will be fine. On the contrary, you will be constantly harassed with the thorns of laziness: "Take a break now. Rest. Have fun...." There is no end to resistance. Days pass without me getting anything done.  Vision.  Vision is perhaps the force that propels. It is far more fragile than resistance. Resista

Cold.  I mentioned how I love a chilly night. Well, today is cold, bone shattering cold. In the morning when I was typing, my wrist started to hurt. Right now, I am typing beneath two layers of clothing, one light down jacket and one polyester base layer. I am rather puffy.  Brilliant Sky - picture from my Pixel 2. Mars.  Somehow walking outside today gave me the feeling of walking in space. I mean I have a puffy jacket that is kind of like a spacesuit, and the cold wind feels fitting for the Mars environment. The streets are also devoid of visible animated life forms.  When I was outside, I started thinking about the words that they repeated at Boy Scouts: "You can live 3 minutes without air, 3 hours without shelter, 3 days without water, and 3 weeks without food." I always disagreed with it. You can probably live a week without food, but three weeks? That is pushing it a little. But three hours without shelter? I also wondered what that means. It probably m

"Winning feels unreal." I am sure it does. The sudden rush of excitement is not a daily occurrence. If you have never felt it before, how can it be real? While this may seem logical, the converse seems extremely depressing.  Failure is real.  In fact, the pain is even more real. Could this be because we experience failure much more often than success? Could this be because we feel pain much more often than euphoria?  Faker crying. I can't say I disagree. Winning is rare. If we are talking about being the best, only one person, one team can be the best. And failure is everything else, everything other than the best. Sure, people's definition of failure may vary, but the relationship is true. Success is rare and therefore feels unreal. Failure is common and therefore feels real.  Down into despair.  A world like that is dark, very dark, and fireflies are the only light that people chase after: the light of victory. Most people do not reach it; they