We need to talk about silence and counting days and having no plans, and how those are okay things too.
Hey, We need to talk, we really need to talk
We need to talk about moving on so quickly, you carry on residues of unresolved hurt in your heart, we really need to talk
We need to talk about sitting with your emotions in full and dissecting them in little chunks, we need to talk
We need to talk about silence and counting days and having no plans, and how those are okay things too.
We need to talk about our willful blindness to how far we have come, cheating our hearts, one "do they have two heads" after another.
Life is more than just ticking the boxes. There's full love and wholesome friendships to be made.
You deserve some time off
And hey, there will be those days when you shoulders slump from love unrequited or good not knocking on your days. Yes you deserved it...
It's okay to be wrong. Its okay to have misjudged, you are better person for it.
Sit with it, the pain of asking "maybe I am not as good as I was before?" Those are
Ask them, don't tuck them in the deep corners of your heart and hope the answer comes magically. It may or may not, but what do you do with it when it does? Look for the answers that numb your pain? Is that it?
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I’m torn on how to approach the idea of luck. I’m the first to admit that I am one of the luckiest people on the planet. To be born into a prosperous American family in 1960 with smart parents is to start life on third base. The odds against my very existence are astronomical.
I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
Ironies of Luck https://t.co/5BPWGbAxFi
— Morgan Housel (@morganhousel) March 14, 2018
"Luck is the flip side of risk. They are mirrored cousins, driven by the same thing: You are one person in a 7 billion player game, and the accidental impact of other people\u2019s actions can be more consequential than your own."
I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
