I am wondering how many of you think about life. Ever just sit there mid-bite
of your sandwich and think: “Wait... what the hell is LIFE?”
Not your Wi-Fi issues or your dog barking at night. I mean the whole big
cosmic circus. Like, why are you here? Why "you"? What makes you "you" and not
Steve from accounting?
You laugh, cry, binge-watch shows, pretend you understand crypto currencies,
Trump's tariffs, quantum mechanics and general geopolitics... but once in a
while, stop. Pause. Ask: What did I just live through? And maybe — just maybe
— you’ll find a clue. Or you’ll just decide to dance. Backup your plans in
time.
Have you ever heard of Jiddu Krishnamurti?
Of course you haven’t. You’re too busy memorizing Taylor Swift lyrics and
knowing every plot twist in The Bachelor. You know all the Lakers players
names but not this spiritual powerhouse.
Krishnamurti was basically a spiritual giant of India. As a barefoot kid in
Calcutta, he was picked up by Annie Besant (no relation to Beyoncé), moved to
London, told “Congrats, you’re the new World Teacher!” and ten years later he
was like “Nah, I’m good. Awakening is a pathless land”. Iconic.
During the one of his lectures, Krishnamurti asked the audience if they
wanted to know his secret. The lecture hall went silent, and everyone leaned
forward... "You see," he said, "I don’t give a shit about anything." (I’m
giving a little spin here, this was not his vocabulary.) He said “You see, I
don’t mind what happens.”
That's it, my dear friends, the real secret of happy life. Don't give a shit
about anything or anyone, accept everything that happens with indifference.
Translation? Stop giving a crap.
Seriously. You're stressed, anxious, and spiraling because you care too much
about things that don’t matter. Let. It. Go. Elsa had a point.
You’re living in a simulation run by articles telling you how to “crush your
mornings” or “unlock your millionaire mindset” by waking up at 3am, drinking
celery juice, and manifesting with moon crystals.
Nah. Just breathe. Exist. Laugh. Maybe even read Krishnamurti. Or don't. He
wouldn’t mind either way.
Life’s not a race. It’s not even a game. It’s more like an open night —
sometimes you trip, sometimes you get applause, sometimes someone throws a
drink at you. But hey... at least you’re on the stage.
Cheers to that.
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