“Maybe it is all the heavy metal inside of you that shows on the scale!” As much as I don’t want to be influenced by ephemeral external motivators, it’s still nice reading the occasional positive vibration. The number on the scale is just an external unit of measurement for my internal success: if I put on two pounds, but I feel as though I was more successful with my health, did I fail? Objectively? Subjectively?
“What did that [overhead announcement] mean? It sounded cool!” “It meant [basically] in 30 minutes, all hands on deck[1,2].” Coming up on 5 years ago, I was just bumming around in life, and ended up working at a thrift store for the hell of it. While looking for new junk is my primary reason for going, I also like going to remind myself of the times I hopped into gnarly trailers full of donations to salvage rarities.
Another 70 posts in the can! Compared to when I was first getting my footing with this website nearly 400 posts ago, things are coalescing now into a finely-tuned machine that seemingly spits out content daily. What if you told me then that I’d be spending an average of three hours daily writing, sometimes waking up at 3AM to write, all to chase my dreams? I’d say good! This dream is the only good fight there is:
Words mean nothing in fitness. Similarly to wanting to become a writer yet never practicing writing, you must put in the work not just for fitness but anything in life, in order to achieve the results you want. Fortunately, once you start putting in the work, it becomes easier and after a while, you can’t even imagine life without doing that work as often as you can. It’s a positive feedback loop with subtle results.
Words mean nothing if you can’t tell a story. Stories should have a purpose, whether it’s suggesting new ideas or encapsulating authentic emotions, otherwise what’s the point? My writing system helps me write efficiently because everything here ties together, even loosely. I have big ambitions for this recent untitled set of short stories starring Sammohini, a side character in “The Story,” so let’s explore the behind-the-scenes moments I captured while writing “Words Mean Nothing V.”
Words mean nothing when you’re stressed out and longing for that familiar, harmful way to decompress. Even close to five years later, the numbness of having a drink or five is still ingrained in my psyche as the ideal evening. We must instead practice alternative actions. Since I don’t think as clearly in the evenings, after constantly confronting stress, I go to sleep early to subconsciously wade through that stress to arrive at actionable solutions.
Words mean nothing, which is funny coming from an individual that wants to be a professional writer. The problem with words is that people hide behind them. Instead of taking direct action, people instead hide behind implication and strict definitions. I’ve noticed the biggest factor determining whether someone will succeed or fail in their professional career depends not on what that person says, rather, what that person does. Here are five examples of my actions.
In ten years, I could see myself becoming substantially healthier. Especially if I expand upon my current exercise routine with more than just two 5-minute sets, and hold steady on my diet restrictions (there’s only one restriction: limited or no greasy foods), then the sky’s the limit. It’d be cool seeing the elaborate shots, props I’d build, and other ways I’d be using my increased fitness capabilities to tell more interesting stories in 2028. Until then…
Ten years ago, I couldn’t have imagined where I am with my fitness and wellness. Owning a rowing machine? Exercising [almost] twice daily? Being able to do more, think clearer, and react quicker? Where even my sick days are just resting up, compared to having days obliterated by everyone’s flus and common colds? And it only took falling to my lowest physical point, twice, to finally solidify my resolve for fitness and wellness last March.
Ten years ago, I had no (career) ambitions, and was one quarter away from graduating college with a degree that didn’t interest me. I’ve since turned that around, professionally and personally. It’s tempting to think where I would be today if I could transplant my current life’s experiences to that younger me. What if I had studied literature instead? That story would be vastly different. Here’s Anthony’s career, told as a gripping thriller… or not?