I think it’s wise to give yourself a physical from time to time. Not the fondle your testicles nor knead your breasts kind. Though, I think that’d be wise too. I’m referring to a life physical.
The one where you lock yourself in your room on a quiet Sunday and leave the distractions on the other side of the door. The one where you let your mind wander and worry. The one where you force yourself to ask perhaps the most important question you’ll ever ask- am I living the life I want to be living?
I’d assume most people go twenty, thirty and even forty years never asking themselves that question, never spending an hour locked in a room, forced into their own thoughts in a world where their opinion is the only opinion that matters.
The cost? They live lives where their opinion is the only opinion that doesn’t matter, and that’s cancerous.
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. I’m writing a book filled with little one minute reads like this one… can I tell you when it’s done?