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Over on my instagram account I’m asking how many of you actually have a means of systematically listening to your heart rate and responding to its feedback everyday? But i have to warn you that there is a serious risk that i maybe tripping on day 7 of my juice regime...
But let’s return to the heart of the matter cause I listen to it...The darn thing beats 2 billion times per lifetime, sometimes more, sometimes less... and we do what? We ignore it - more concerned about another organ - wink wink.
Ignorance is bliss? Hmmm...Everyone that runs past me has a strap protecting their knee cause it’s not natural - not to listen to your heart - it’s not natural. And i have to walk when I’m sure i could keep on running further. Humbleness sucks...but cycles are the boss.
It’s the same with investing. We do all kinds of crazy shit and to what effect? Listen to your heart and buy things in an uptrend and sell things that are falling - and be greedy for lots of observation points and feedback.
Always amazes me how people don’t really want to hear stuff like that.
Me? I would love to see the 20 y chart of something that is approaching a more fruitful decade. I prefer that to the endless urging that gravity spare us yet more asset price inflation. Me? I got some candidates in mind; some real feel-good situations that demand curiosity.
But I wouldn’t cloak them in tribal titles such as deep value.
Rather I’m more into deep cleansing and gut wrenching. forgiveness.
Rather I’m more into deep cleansing and gut wrenching. forgiveness.
The wonder of witnessing a deep, serious, bear market laid bare on your screen. Where something that once excited the spirits of the many becomes rapidly and then very slowly irrelevant.
To bare witness to the apathy of others.Almost as powerful as the final scene of Blade Runner and the rogue replicant, Roy Batty, and yes this is getting really batty...as the end of his 4 year lifespan approaches he reflects...
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark...All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
I was 13 when i watched that and it stayed with me all my life. Like tears in rain - baring witness to the apathy of others...
Except relevancy has a cycle and rarely is everything lost in time. Significance can stubbornly remain obscured behind the debris of perceived failure. Visible only to those who care to enquire.
For as solitary as apathy is, solitude is rarely wasted. More often than not the worm turns. It’s just that onlookers rarely bother to notice.
And that’s why i listen to my heart. And that’s why i cried in my brother’s arms. And that’s why it’s sometimes better than laughing. Because sometimes those that languish in the graveyard of other peoples’ dreams sometimes rise and prosper once again...
A nocturnal night-dream? The seething brains of lovers and madmen? An inventory of timelessness?
A time to stop juicing?
