Ramblings from London
Communication begets information and knowledge. We speak to and communicate with one another in order to learn more about each other. Both in verbal and written form.
I’m no different. I have an insatiable need to communicate my thoughts and ideas to as many people around me as possible; you can call me a social whore... urgh, that’s a terrible word; well if you can think of a much nicer and socially acceptable word, please do tell. But you get the idea, and so in my attempt to release myself of pent up thoughts, I’m sharing them with you.
Time waits for no one. Make everyday count
“If you think about it, we lived in a very different society 13 years ago. We didn’t have the iPhone. We didn’t have AirBnB, we didn’t have selfies, we didn’t have Uber, we didn’t have Spotify or Google Maps, or even the #blacklivesmatter movement because we didn’t have hashtags, let alone Twitter. We didn’t have commercially available drones, self driving cars, Tinder, and nobody had ever heard of Obama or cared about Trump.
So actually, turns out, a lot can happen in 13 years.”
Reading this affirms that indeed, a lot can happen in 13 years. This drives home the point that we gotta make every moment and everyday count, because a lot can happen in a day, much less year or years.
When we consider that no matter how small or little our thought or action today might be, but that they have a compounding effect on tomorrow and the future, we would be more intentional about the things we allow to grow in our minds and steer our paths.
It’s such a struggle isn’t it, given the instancy of the times we live in - and by that I mean the current attitudes today is that the world is changing so rapidly, we don’t know what’s happening tomorrow, we used to make plans five, ten years into the future; these days we can hardly make plans for tomorrow or the next week - how then do we look into the future before deciding if our thoughts and actions todays are worthy enough for building tomorrow’s future?
The Power of Asking Questions
There’s something powerful about asking questions - as we ask, we’re finding answers to our own questions.
I talk, a lot. Correction, I ask, a lot. I talk less than I ask questions. That’s because I’m innately curious. I can be annoying at times, for asking one too many questions, often times too deep or provoking for others’ comfort. But I mean no harm, I just wanna hear from as wide and varied a view as possible. It’s the nature of my work - I write so I need to obtain objectivity from my subject matters.
The Bible says you have not because you ask not. So ask, that your joy may be full. I’ve taken that very literally. I ask if I could go to a friend’s for dinner, and I get a yes, so I get fed. I ask if I could change my drink which I didn’t like, and yes I get a new cup of coffee. I ask strangers for their views on depression and coliving, and get some pretty good insights.
I ask myself, what is it about London, despite its gloomy weather, that makes me so willing to be out and about unlike San Francisco where the weather is way happier and conducive for outdoor out and abouts? I have a sneaky suspicion city living and getting about by public transportation where I see and interact with more strangers while commuting adds a richer dimension that I feel deprived of in SF, because I drive everywhere. Why can’t I get about via public transportation in SF rather than driving, you ask? Coz public transportation in SF sucks, that’s why. It’s more time efficient to drive in SF and less so taking public transportation. It’s the opposite case in London.
Yay I’m not depressed!
Having read of Tim Ferriss’ functional depression, it makes me realize that I don’t have depression after all (yes at some point I was wondering if I do, and now I can safely say I don’t) and more importantly, it makes me realize that my happiness level this year (I know, we’re barely a quarter into the year, but this goes back to the first point, that everyday counts, correct?) is majorly upped due to two reasons:
1) my discovery of and consistent showing up at writing meetups, and
2) my consistent and varied genre of written works this year.
In brief, Writing is highly important to me and is a sure indicator of my productivity and happiness levels. When I write and publish (blogs or books), I’m a happy lark. When I don’t, I’m a gloomy frog.
In reading this segment about me sharing on what I’ve discovered makes me happy, you could take the same notion and discover for yourself what makes you most happy and productivity. What is the one thing you absolutely can’t do without, that when you don’t do it, you feel utterly angsty and beside yourself till you carve out time to do it?