One of the things you will quickly learn about me is that I love music. All types of music. I hear songs in my head randomly and start singing whilst going about my day like I’m the star of a Disney movie or broadway musical. Not because I’m talented or anyone wants to hear me but because my internal world has a soundtrack and sometimes it needs to be shared with anyone who happens to be within listening range.
Why in the world am I telling you this? Well, there’s the main reason which I’ll get to momentarily and then there’s the bonus reason which I’ll give you now. Music is a powerful way to tap into your emotions and gain clarity not only on what you’re feeling but also what you’re thinking about. When a song grabs you by the throat and won’t let go, there’s a reason. Something in it is speaking to you and some part of you desperately wants to be heard. Listen to the song and then take time to...
According to the dictionary, it is:
I the truth.
I love it whether I'm subjectively 'right' or 'wrong'.
I LOVE it when someone is able to make me see something in a completely different way that fundamentally changes what I know to be true into something bigger, stranger, or wilder than I ever imagined.
I love people who speak their truth regardless of whether or not it’s aligned with my own, with the caveat that they’ve really given their truth the consideration and thought required to actively choose it as their truth instead of accepting it on default.
I always want to get to the truest place in my relationship with myself and with others. And that can make me a little intense.
In the same way that a cat 5 hurricane can bring a little rain.
This devotion to the truth, veracity, is what lights me on fire and makes me want to get out of bed in the morning.
The dictionary has a lot to say about the definition.
To me, it's a mixture of the first three, but there are people who would be all in for placing me in the last category
The thing is, bad and good are subjective. Morality is subjective. They're all just thoughts roaming freely in the vast wilderness that is the mind. My mind, your mind, the minds of the people you like and those you think would be better off anywhere but near you.
Think of a rampaging rhino - then you have an idea of what an unmanaged mind with all of its theories on good and bad looks like. A managed mind is much more civilized, it’s more like a herd of cows being moved just below the threshold of a stampede by a skilled and exhausted cowboy. You’re the cowboy, and it’s up to you to drive those bovine thoughts in...