If we were only half as excited about our own lives as we are about someone else’s lives, someone else’s worlds…

 

You’re excited about stories of man greater then you, who can never be you

You’re excited about stories of worlds which exist not, which can never exist

You’re excited about everything but what is actually your life, today

 

Perhaps we’re not as direly dispassionate as it appears

We’re just passionate about the wrong things

 

You’re passionate about some grandiose TV character and some celebrity clown

About some business and some “innovation”, which you passively observe and don’t take part in

About someone doing something

If you were only half as passionate about your own life

About the work you hate instead

About your actual experiences

Imagine how powerful those experiences would be

 

Imagine how powerful those experiences would be

Imagine how the sun would warm

How the breeze would brace

How the fruit would taste

How the water would refresh

How the sleep would soothe

And how every action would exhilarate