Planning to die
How to hack a couple of our main fears of death: our wishes not being carried out and being a burden to people we love.
Read MoreHow to hack a couple of our main fears of death: our wishes not being carried out and being a burden to people we love.
Read MoreI am moving home in a week and this is what sparked my death anxiety, the thought of: "WHAT IF I DIE BEFORE I GET HOME AND SEE MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS?!" I feel like I am trying so so so hard to accept death but I keep bouncing back and forth and seem to be very stuck. How on earth do you accept death!?
Read MoreI was fortunate to have the opportunity to be interviewed by Dennis Odeny of Peace Revolution today! Peace Revolution is an online platform that aims to help individual cultivate individual inner peace before sharing the peace to people around the world.
Read MoreI substitute taught Elementary school for a hot minute, and I learned a profound lesson about avoiding disappointment in life. Watch the video (2 mins):
Read MoreMy short answer: The Law of Attraction ain't gonna cut it, my friend.
Read MoreThat day in the café, I had this epic realization: I have absolutely no control over when or how I die, but I have complete control of how I live until that moment comes.
Read MoreI have this thing I do I call 'deathbed regret avoidance.' When I'm faced with a decision I'm unsure about, I mentally put myself on my deathbed and consider how I'd feel at that moment, looking back on how I made the decision I'm facing now. If, in this conjured future state, I feel regret about having done or not done the thing I'm considering, I know that's not the way to go. Conversely, if I look back and feel good about my choice, bam! That's my green light.
Read MorexAs a solo female traveler, I felt totally safe. I used Tinder and met some questionable fellows. I used the Couchsurfing app to meet some fantastic Russian friends. I had a drunk Balinese man knock on my window and whisper to me in Bahasa Indonesia at midnight, but nothing serious. Unless he was trying to whisper to me that he was having a heart attack, in which case I probably killed him because I was frozen in fear inside of my mosquito net.
Read MoreWhen I was around thirteen, I took about forty Tylenol. I both wanted to die and also needed an outlet for my overwhelming despair. Today, I look back and my heart breaks for that sad teenager. I know now that everything which flows also ebbs: joy, love, despair...life. Nothing gold stays, Ponyboy. Like the gold, the blackness also fades. The hopelessness I felt then is minute compared to the insane gratitude and zeal for life that I possess today. Ironically, it was remembering that I am going to die which helped me truly live.
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