inside of me

Found on Cosmos

When we over-index on documenting our lives, or infuse it with the aesthetic of cinema, scoring the climaxes, editing out the in-betweens that make up a life, we risk inverting its utility. Instead of being an existential hedge against dying, it becomes one against living. We end up believing things about our former selves that weren’t quite true, or doing it for the gram, or missing a hike before it’s even over. In our search for meaning we obscure it.

We spend far too much energy in a state of preparation versus being present.  Better results occur when we’re dialed into working through problems as opposed to anticipating problems that have yet to happen.