Welcome to The Human.
I’m adjusting to my new life.
Not really hard when paradise is your actual home, you do meaningful work and you spend your weekends at the beach and occasionally writing an article at fantastic places.
Organically coaching and contributing.
If you have doubts, writing is the answer.
Almost a year since I started here on Substack. Let me tell you this: it’s beyond hard to shoot into the void with close to no feedback whatsoever. You wonder what’s the point of all this just about every day.
Yet there’s still no way around the truth.
Around who I really am.
Around what’s calling.
This is me.
This was decided too far ago.
There’s always a way back though, and it’s called honesty.
I remember one day I was helping a young highly sensitive lady who was going through a rough time. She was very much inspired by my philosophical poetry. But she had no clue how to go about it herself.
My advice to her was simple: write about what is.
That simple.
What does that mean?
If you really don’t know what to write about then write about lack of inspiration. Sit down at a café. Order your favorite drink. Open your laptop or your notebook if you’re old fashioned. And write whatever is coming to you.
(Exactly what I’m doing now)
I have been scrolling a lot lately (for months actually) and I no longer feel much drive or inspiration to do or create anything. Just tired and chilling around basically.
Nothing wrong in and of itself.
But sometimes it scares me.
What if I lost my essence?
What if I drifted too far?
But truth be told: you cannot NOT BE YOU.
Read that again.
What you’re meant to do can never be erased, only delayed. You can postpone your calling all you want, it will always find its way back - sometimes in unexpected ways.
Last night, similar story.
I went to the weekly pizza party with some of my new colleagues and part of our volunteers. Mohit, a curious young man, was one of them.
At some point, we sat down and we talked.
‘How can I become my best version?’
I have heard that somewhere…
(It’s all connected - stay with me)
A little later, I hear ‘I’m lazy because I have ideas but I don’t write them down’. And digging deeper we discover that writing actually comes at a cost - the self imposed pressure to do something about those ideas.
Some part of him decided to suppress the writing in order to remove the pressure that will inevitably follow.
That’s intelligence.
My recommendation to him?
Write.
No expectations.
No objective.
No pressure.
Just write.
That’s his commitment - every day write for 10’.
All that to say that writing is often the answer. Whatever comes to you. It doesn’t need to make sense. It doesn’t need to deliver some transcendent message. It just needs to be you now, with no pressure to pretend or become anything whatsoever.
Let the noise subsides,
and the gold will appear.
I’m just chilling around, basically.
If this resonates, share it with someone who's walking the path back to themselves. Or leave a comment—I’d love to know what this piece evokes in you.
Happy chilling 🤗💙