#489 Maybe the detour is the way
If you don’t often go on detours, would there even be life in your day?
Maybe going astray IS the way.
If you don’t often go on detours, would there even be life in your day?
Maybe going astray IS the way.
It’s not just about wanting to be good at writing.
It’s about believing you’re a consistent writer.
And consistent writers write consistently…
And people who write consistently eventually become good at writing.
When you choose the right identity, everything falls into place.
When you write every day, you’ll start believing you can write every day.
When you run every day, you’ll start believing you can run every day.
Therefore, you don’t need to believe in your capabilities before taking action.
First, you act. Then your beliefs react.
When you need to do it every day
there just is no other way
you’re developing a habit, but it could still fade away.
When you don’t need to do it every day
and you trust you’ll stay on track anyway
you know the habit is here to stay.
When chasing fame leads to your own kids not remembering your name.
When chasing love leads to fear of being alone.
When chasing success leads to loneliness.
It may be necessary.
It may be good.
It may be worth it.
As long as you’re aware there’s always a sacrifice to make.
You’ll end up in the season of distraction.
And then you’ll be back again.
You’ll end up in the season of rest.
And then you’ll be back again.
You’ll end up in the season of turmoil.
And then you’ll be back again.
And the more you go “back again” to a path, the stronger that default path becomes.
Choose it wisely.
The scientific revolution has left a god-shaped hole in our heart
but where do we find purpose, when we think we are so smart?with all our might
we try to unhide
what’s out of sightwe fight to forge a light as bright
as the one that once brought lifewithout knowing the path that’s right
we rush to reach new heights
in spite
of the world we feel insideuntil the wind brings a storm
the earth shakes
shatters our home
rivers overflow
fire burns our flesh
then where do we go?when we know that with every ploy
to make the world adhere
we also destroy
what we hold dearwith actions this flawed
Lukas Van Vyve
can we really pretend we are god
or are we all
just animal?