So I did my monthly manly task the other week.
I removed this fuck-off root from my yard. After hacking off its limbs a while ago, I finally negotiated the final piece, hacking at its subterranean roots with a shovel. An hour later, the fucker finally came loose and I sat there, dirty and sweaty, admiring my work.
Then I thought “Man, that root was an asshole. Why did it have to make me work so hard, just to ask it to leave?”
What a stubborn prick.
Then I thought how some of us humans can act like this root from time to time. We dig our roots in deep, through patterns of behaviour. Then, when someone asks us to change, we dig in deeper. Even if the advice is good advice, its our nature to hold onto the ground, that dear patch of earth, like our life depends on it.
However, when we do go with the flow of change, we grow immensely as people, we gain “life experience” like we are in a video game called LIFE. The next time we come up against adversity, we are more agile and we navigate it with grace instead of coming undone.
So maybe we can take a lesson from this root:
Dont be an asshole. A stubborn, thick root fixed fast in the one patch of ground. Be agile, and dont be scared of change. In fact, when the idea of change creates that faint anxiety, that little butterfly in your stomach, actively walk towards it and immerse yourself.
Be a bird. Fall from your nest and go with the flow of the breeze.
But not a noisy bird. Please. That shits annoying.
To Be Alone
Yolanda Be Cool just dropped a single. All bout being alone. The title all the more poignant when I heard what happened to one of them this year.
If you’ve stayed ontop of my mixtapes, you’ll know that I’ve also been alone this year. But thats not the sort of alone I want to talk about.
Friends are great. They give us a rush of happiness when we laugh together, make us feel human when they talk of their suffering. These days we are constantly in contact with them. And many of us are hooked on that contact. FOMO is real.
But what do we loose when we are always “social”?
That time to ourselves.
No shit. But what does that time alone do for us?
Thats a bit harder to put your finger on.
I decided to go find out. So I spent the night on a cliff top, looking at the ocean and just sat there.
Was it good?
Well, yes. Incredible. And I’ll be back soon. To the same spot. That no one else knows about. Just to sit there.
It took a week to adjust to the pace of life again.
This day at Listen Out was a stunner. Duke Dumont, TNGHT, Touch Sensitive and Disclosure were just some of my favs.
Did a little self experiment and did the whole day (relatively) drink & drug free. Had a blast.
Then the following night, I flew up to Sydney for a house party with a bunch of old mates. Took drugs. Didnt have a blast. Go figure right?
So the moral of the story? There is no moral. Its just a story.
You are a product of your surroundings.
Let me explain where this came from:
I just spent a month in India with my girl. With only a phone to stay in touch with Dcup affairs and those at home, I was given the time and space to view the big picture of my life: how well Im making use of my time, am I achieving what I want with my music, relationships and personal growth. With train or bus trips lasting 10 hours or more, you couldn’t help but reflect on something. And at some point in the trip, I began to see a picture of how this elusive thing called happiness might be reached. At least for me. With the help of the experiences and people I came across, the books I read, it all started to make sense.
Then I got back to Melbourne.
In my first three conversations, two people complained about their job and one person about the windy weather. Then I sat on the computer and started catching up on the last months worth of emails and music. I got nowhere. All of a sudden, my peaceful disposition and optimistic outlook of action had been erased. My old patterns of behaviour came back instantly. After a day more or less wasted, I realised what a profound effect your environment has on you, whether it be familiar or unfamiliar. Now I understand why people go travelling in the first place; its not just for escape, avoiding the hard-work realities of life at home, and/or the tough decisions needed to surmount them. Its for a new perspective. To look at yourself and the human race around you through a different lens. A more objective lens, with a wider heart, wide enough to feel compassion for all around us.
It was obvious, all this personal reform “in theory”, was going to take work. It was going to feel weird at first, changing my day up, trimming the fat and working towards these goals. But my surroundings aren’t going to change anytime soon, so I’ll have to take the lead….