Here’s what you’ll be reading. I’ve taken the most personally impactful idea from three books that cost less than $20 on Amazon. Maybe they’re relevant to you; perhaps they’re not. But since you’re here already, there’s no harm in scrolling down and checking them out. Maybe an idea will catch your eye.
P.S. I would recommend reading two out of the three — you can guess which one I don’t recommend.
Don’t let the words “5 AM” scare you. Trust me, when a friend gave me this book, I looked at the title and quietly wept on the inside. I’m…
At the beginning of the month, my top article had accumulated just over 350 views. By the end of the month, I had an article that has amassed over 15K views and counting.
I posted ten articles in that month. Six were curated by Medium. Two of them were distributed across three or more different topics. In the last week of the month, I received emails informing me of my top writer status in Life, Self Improvement, and Love.
I won’t lie. It wasn’t easy. But it’s not impossible either.
Among the outcomes of COVID-19 was my own selfish issue — a set of fitness plans left unfulfilled and ruined by the gym closures.
Fitness was a significant part of my life. I would go to the gym five times per week. On average, my workouts were 90 minutes long — a combination of heavy lifts to get stronger, hypertrophy training to build muscle, and cardio to simulate the experience of dying.
I meal prepped for three to four days at a time. I also tracked my eating with an app called MyFitnessPal to make sure I was hitting my…
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou.
I read this book in 2010, when I was 15 years old. As a young boy, it changed my life trajectory and was fundamental in developing my character and principles. It motivated an introspective journey to challenge the beliefs I had about women and race. Beliefs that might appear benign but are ultimately destructive, perpetuating problems that I outwardly condemn but internally and subconsciously support. This book became the framework for my interpretation of feminism and the struggles women face.
I return to one passage quite frequently.
“Without willing it…
You want to live a better life. You want to be successful. You want to be happy. You want to love and feel loved. You want to experience life to the fullest. However, I’ve noticed that wants rarely become realities.
We have a skewed perception of the journey to living a better life. We see outcomes because outcomes are easy to see — we see the beautiful vacations, the fancy cars, and the happy smiles on Instagram. But we don’t see the sacrifices. We don’t see the unfortunate consequences of living a better life. And I’m not just talking about…
I’ve been single for about a year and a half.
After my last relationship, I decided I would focus on improving myself. I decided that I was more interested in creating for my future than inviting someone else along for that journey.
However, I’m still going on dates — not intending to find a partner but to meet new people and share fun experiences.
I’m transparent about my situation, so the girls I date know that I’m not looking for anything serious. …
Our society has lost the ability to communicate effectively. We are more interested in shouting over other people than listening and discussing ideas with civility and compassion. We have lost a sense of mutual respect for people on the other side of the aisle — a sense of respect that is a requirement for productive dialogue.
There’s a lot of things that make us mad. I get it. But our anger doesn’t give us permission to criticize and condemn and assert our moral superiority without any opportunity for discourse.
Two topics that seem to be a hotspot for this type…
I was reflecting on an article I wrote a few months ago about the benefits of having an opposite-sex friendship. The article received some unsavoury comments — I deleted anything that was inappropriate or misogynistic. However, looking past the crudeness, I began to wonder why it’s so difficult for men to fathom being friends with a woman.
And I’m not talking about a crush disguised as a friendship.
A lot of guys label women as their ‘friend’ but secretly want to sleep with them — this is the long game. The guy is supportive, friendly, and seemingly harmless. …
I have a bone to pick with the modern mindfulness and non-reactivity narrative. It overgeneralizes all types of thinking and imposes constraints on the human mind that would make even the most enlightened monks struggle to fit the ideal.
I’m half Tibetan and a lot of people in my family are or were Buddhist monks. I’ve talked to them at length about the modern wave of mindfulness training.
Per Tibetan Buddhist monks, overthinking is losing control of the monkey mind. My uncle says it’s like a pinball game — the ball just bounces around uncontrollably. …
I was having dinner with an old friend a week ago. It was the first time we had seen each other since graduating university — about three or four years.
Our friendship was the result of circumstance, not a genuine personal connection. We were simply two 21-year-olds trying to milk every last moment out of our university experience.
We were young, irresponsible, and aimless.
We studied. We worked out. We drank. We partied. Repeat.
We constrained our friendship within the limitations of our environment. …
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