To participate wholeheartedly in something means to be self-motivated and self-directed, intensely and genuinely enthusiastic. If we’re forced to do something, or if we do it halfheartedly, we’re not really participating. If we don’t care how it all turns out, we’re not really participating. If we’re passively waiting it out, we’re not really participating. And the less we fully participate in our everyday lives, the fewer opportunities we have to be happy. It’s that plain and simple.
People don’t have a propensity toward laziness, they have a propensity toward hard work, but hard work that matters to them. – Jane McGonigal
2 pages from a be you book:
We’re thinking if we can hasten/accelerate the time between finding the thing you can’t not do and finding your people to do it with.. (perhaps with an app) we’ll create have healthier, happier people. Not to mention a better world.
Suggested book reads:
James Bach – Secrets of a Buccaneer Scholar – (self-education & the pursuit of passion)
Jane McGonigal – Reality is Broken (things that matter are by default a multi-player game)
James Paul Gee – The Anti Education Era – (Human minds/brains/bodies do not work well when they are sick. Perhaps the deepest human sickness is a lack of agency, a lack of the feeling that one counts and matters.)
You probably know to ask yourself, “What do I want?” Here’s a way better question
f I ask you, “What do you want out of life?” and you say something like, “I want to be happy and have a great family and a job I like,” it’s so ubiquitous that it doesn’t even mean anything.
A more interesting question, a question that perhaps you’ve never considered before, is what pain do you want in your life? What are you willing to struggle for? Because that seems to be a greater determinant of how our lives turn out.
If you find yourself wanting something month after month, year after year, yet nothing happens and you never come any closer to it, then maybe what you actually want is a fantasy, an idealization, an image and a false promise. Maybe what you want isn’t what you want, you just enjoy wanting. Maybe you don’t actually want it at all.
I was in love with the result—the image of me on stage, people cheering, me rocking out, pouring my heart into what I’m playing—but I wasn’t in love with the process. And because of that, I failed at it.
But the truth is far less interesting than that: I thought I wanted something, but it turns out I didn’t. End of story.