It’s all just window dressing

The hard part is accepting that freedom is an inside job.

That whatever salvation we hope to find through our work, nobody is going to give it to us. It lays within. Everything we are striving for, we already have.

This concept of a career, all these creations and achievements and milestones, it’s all just window dressing around the real work, which is the victory over the self.

It’s less about what we make and more about developing a positive ego that is always on our side no matter how our work is received.

It’s less about what produce and more about creating a valuable image of ourselves that doesn’t rise and fall according to our success.

It’s less about who we reach and more about finding joy, make meaning and experiencing true satisfaction from the process, without having any stake in the result.

As my mentor used to remind me, it’s not the book, it’s the person you become by writing it.

Nobody can take that away from us. That is a self which is ours, that belongs to us.

Even if half the population doesn’t like us, and the other half doesn’t know about us, we are still victorious.

This is the infinite game, where the only way to win is to keep playing.

What keeps your little flickers of hope burning in the face of degradation and despair?