The meaning of life


“The meaning of life is just to be alive.
It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

― Alan W. Watts, The Culture of Counter-Culture: Edited Transcripts

My father died

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I don’t know how to write this post so you’ll excuse me if the way I write it is lacking. I don’t want to write it, you see. My father is dead.

These photos were taken last Summer, before it got really bad. You can’t see it here but he’d already amputated his right thumb by then. Cancer. Melanoma.

I could say many things, and I might just do that in the future, but today I just wanted to say that he made people smile and that’s the best thing one can ever do.

About creativity and the self

I’m taking a break from the Project 365. I might pick it up later, but it was making me stressed about several things, one of them being creativity. So I need a breather. I need to look around, and pause, and see what is passing by unseen.

I was a bit down about it, but this week has been one of the best weeks this year, in terms of creativity. I’m using another medium to express it, but I’m very confident that it’s all interconnected. One thing that I’m understanding is that the fear of the self is a big complication to the creative individual. The western judaico-christian notion of the after life, and all that comes with it, is pervasive and anti-human. Better people than me have pointed this out, but I’m a late learner.

Happiness, for me, comes from creating, and these creations come from me, not the gods.

No regrets.