Author: Henriette

Why inner peace matters more than outer circumstances

After doing various drafts of this post I realised that there is really only one thing to say here, and that is that the neediness inside us will never be satisfied. Something inside—call it the ego, call it the small self—whatever that thing is will always want more, always need more, and will never be satisfied. So, we might as well be at peace now.

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Two modes of being: The locust and the lotus.

Every so often I forget to make the present moment a priority. The mode I usually go into is one that spirals into a feeling of neediness and anxiety. It’s like being driven by a perpetual unrest inside. It feels like a grabby-ness, a wanting-to-get, or just a wanting-to-be-somewhere-else.

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Is self-help the weed of the book world?

The other day I wanted to see if my local bookstore had any books on Python programming. A few years ago they used to have at least one or two, but I’ve recently noticed the IT section shrinking steadily. Today the IT section is a mere single shelf in a store where nearly 25% to 30% (by my own estimation) of the shelves are taken over by popular psychology, or self-help, or business tactics, or some combination of those. And when I say 25% to 30% that’s a fairly conservative estimation on my part—it might actually be more.

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When writing the dreaded first draft, be glad for the bad days

I’ve often noticed that when I write a first draft of something, good days are followed by bad days. I’ve noticed this countless times, especially at the start of a novel or short story. It’s almost like I need those days of stuckness and stagnation to get to the good days. But it’s easy to get discouraged on those days where nothing flows, not the story, not the dialogue, nothing—everything you write seems like garbage.

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