It’s an amazing thing when the way we spend our time genuinely shows what we want out of life. It requires the space to think clearly, to part with the excess, (physical or otherwise) and be present with the things that remain. It is by no means easy, but it is worth every second.
People often feel that “no” is a bad word. I find it to be quite the opposite — it’s liberating.
But, despite the hype, despite the shoes, despite the millions of dollars of investment, despite the rigorous application of the latest scientific thinking and bio-mechanical analysis, and despite the mammoth effort of Eliud Kipchoge, the world’s best marathon runner, Nike’s much-publicized attempt to break the two-hour marathon mark came up short this morning at the Autodromo Nazionale Monza outside Milan, Italy. It was a close-run thing, but the two-hour marathon remains unbroken, for now, with Kipchoge finishing his marathon in 2 hours and 25 seconds.
I don’t care if it’s 25 seconds or 5 minutes too short — this was amazing and inspiring to watch. Certainly was worth it simply for the motivation.
Ueli Steck, the Swiss climber known for his speed attempts and several notable first ascents, died on Sunday, April 30 while climbing in Nepal. He was 41 and died in a fall near Everest, according to Reuters. Steck was in the area preparing a new route: he would ascend to the summit of Everest via the West Ridge, then proceed across the South Col to 27,940-foot Lhotse.
Every year it saddens me when accidents (either by natural disasters or by people) occur on Chomolungma. An incredibly tragic death, that always reminds me of my time there and that every moment is precious.
So the better question isn’t when you’re going to die. It’s what are you choosing as your vehicle to get there? If everything you do each day brings you closer to death in its own unique and subtle way, then what are you choosing to let kill you?
There’s only so many minutes in each hour, and hours in each day, and every day there’s a finite amount of things that you can let weigh you down. It’s incredibly freeing to choose what is killing you.
The dynamic of social currency on Instagram, and how it translates into real-world social standing in junior high and high school, is unavoidable for kids. They either ignore the service entirely (to their social peril), or play the game and chase the likes. I thought I had it tough when I was a teenager in the ’90s.
I’ve always wondered why my son adds, then delete’s photos on Instagram. It turns out, that it is super un-cool to have photos with only a few likes.