🦎 Ozan

I've always been a health and fitness buff since I was a kid.

Modern life throws so many stimuli at us that our deep work capacity is overthrown by the curse of constant context switch.

When I know I have the whole day before me to study or work on a project there is this tendency to fill up the space before getting down to work.

It has always been common understanding that in the arts we placed extreme importance on the technical excellence we see reflected upon the produced object.

I found this paragraph in a song about a horrible person that I won't even write it here, yet these lines are so powerful that taken outside of context made me think about the despair of life on autopilot, life being lived with a mask on.

Disclaimer: there is absolutely no new information in this post that you haven't heard a thousand times over in your life.

I'm going to make use of this post for the rant of the rantest, if not ranter.

Marcus Aurelius, "Meditations", Book 8, Passage 38.

I was watching a youtube video about a man that owned a kissaten for 50 years in Okayama.

Oh everyone is telling us "don't drive there, it's dangerous, google 'oh dangerous'...psh, whatever, life's for the living.