There are no regrets in afterlife.
Regrets are in this life. Why be afraid of regrets when dying.
Month: October 2018
Fear of death is just the endowment effect in action
The tendency for people to demand much more to give up an object than they would be willing to pay to acquire it.
This possibly explains why even when we’re having shitty lives, most of us prefer it to not having a life.
Traveller..
Only one is a wanderer; two together are always going somewhere.
– Malika Favre
Currently addicted to: Quartz’ Afrobeats mix
I have been listening to this, and only this sound track since I discovered it in the Quartz story on Afro beats. Working, walking, resting, everything – if I’m listening to music, it’s this track.
Wonder if anyone has the list of songs on this track. Also, if anyone has similar/good afrobeats mixes/playlists that they highly recommend, please do share!!
Ensoi.
You’re in!
5 years of ‘Sorry’ magazines, and then two consecutive ‘You’re in’ ones.
Time to dig up those running shoes from the storage.
Not calm. Calm.
Woke up 3 hours after I’d slept. Clothes, pillow cover, bed sheet – all were wet from sweat. Heavy breathing. Heart racing away. Head overflowing with anxiety. No cause, just anxiety.
I usually remember all my dreams. The good ones, the bad ones, and the weird, confusing ones. I didn’t remember anything. The memory was blank. Head was just … black.
Sat up. Took off the duvet. Waited a few minutes to let the heart rate recover. Tried reading something on the phone to distract the head. Nothing worked.
Got up, opened the window, and put my head out into the cool night air. It helped a bit.
Left the window open.
Opened the Calm app. Took a few deep breaths. Then started a sleep story – the Stephen Fry one. Kept the phone on the side table, and lay down on the dry side of the bed.
Heard some of the story – something about lavendar fields in Italy, IIRC. The light breeze from the open window was cooling the room. Slipped my feet inside the duvet.I could hear Stephen Fry softly talking in the distance. I didn’t gather much of what he was saying. I pulled the duvet over my legs and waist.
Next thing I remember is the alarm waking me up at 5:30.
Thank you, Calm. Thank you, cool wind.