Let’s talk about the silent killer lurking in your mind: your beliefs.
Those tidy little boxes you’ve crammed life into. The stories you tell yourself about how things “should” be.
The philosophies you clutch like life rafts in a storm. Here’s the truth: Your beliefs aren’t guiding you—they’re burying you alive.
The Actor Who Blamed the Script
Imagine a terrible actor butchering Hamlet’s famous soliloquy. The crowd pelts him with shoes. He storms offstage and sneers, “I didn’t write this crap!”
Sound familiar?
That’s you. That’s all of us. We blame the “script” of life—our relationships, jobs, the universe itself—for our misery.
We invent philosophies to explain why we’re stuck, why the world’s unfair, why we’re the exception to joy.
But here’s the kicker: Life isn’t the problem. Your refusal to play your part—fully, fiercely, without excuses—is.
The Garbage Heap of Your Mind
You’ve built a skyscraper of beliefs. “I’m not good enough.” “The world is against me.” “Happiness is for others.”
You stand atop this mental landfill, proud of your “intelligence,” while your feet never touch the ground.
But here’s the brutal truth: Your philosophies are less beautiful than a single leaf.
A leaf doesn’t argue about photosynthesis. A mountain doesn’t debate its purpose. Yet you—a walking, breathing miracle—waste lifetimes dissecting life instead of living it.
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The Lie of “Why”
We’ve been taught that smart people explain things. But real intelligence isn’t in crafting clever excuses or drowning in “why.” It’s in touching the earth.
Literally.
In cultures where people walk barefoot, sit on the ground, and let soil cling to their skin, there’s a secret: The earth doesn’t need your theories. It seeps into you. It reminds you that you’re not a thinker—you’re a lump of the planet itself. A living, pulsing piece of creation. Not small. Not broken. Just here.
Stop Thinking, Start Touching
- Kick Off Your Shoes
Walk on grass. Sit on dirt. Let your skin meet the ground. Your ancestors didn’t need therapists—they had soil. - Burn Your Philosophies
Next time you catch yourself saying, “But I believe…”, stop. Beliefs are cages. Rip the bars off. - Be the Bad Actor (But Own It)
Life’s script might be messy. So what? Scream your lines. Flail. Let them throw shoes. But never blame the play.
Truth
You are not your beliefs. You are not your thoughts. You are a mound of earth that learned to wonder.
When you die, your philosophies won’t matter. The Creator won’t ask, “Did you figure it out?” They’ll ask, “Did you feel the rain? Did you taste the wind? Did you love like a wildfire?”
Stop explaining. Start existing.