However, we have in this brief historical moment, this moment in between two modes of being, a very rare opportunity. For those of us who have lived both with and without the vast, crowded connectivity the Internet provides, these are the few days when we can still notice the difference between Before and After. This is the moment. Our awareness of this singular position pops up every now and again. We catch ourselves idly reaching for our phones at the bus stop. Or we notice how, midconversation, a fumbling friend dives into the perfect recall of Google.

We have a fear of facing ourselves. That is the obstacle. Experiencing the innermost core of our existence is very embarrassing to a lot of people. A lot of people turn to something that they hope will liberate them without their having to face themselves. That is impossible. We can’t do that. We have to be honest with ourselves. We have to see our gut, our excrement, our most undesirable parts. We have to see them. That is the foundation of warriorship, basically speaking. Whatever is there, we have to face it, we have to look at it, study it, work with it and practice meditation with it.

Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche (via liberatingreality)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

If who we surround ourselves with informs who we are and who we become, so too does how we spend our solo time. Hobbies, side projects, our day to day activities: these are reflections of our selves that add up to form our life experiences over time. If how we spend our time says a lot about who we are, would you be happy with what that says about you?

Spectacular piece. Well worth a read.

I noticed a discouraging reading habit yesterday. As I went through my Instapaper queue on my Kindle, I read slowly and thoughtfully. When I got to a particularly quotable line—that line that you immediately recognize as the one you’re going to tweet—I highlighted said line, then skimmed through the rest of the article. It was as if, to my mind, I was reading to tweet, not reading to comprehend, and as soon as my mind had found the tweetable, the rest didn’t matter.