For those of you who are aware of it, this is clearly a play on words referring to the book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck which I recently read (and by read I mean listened to on Audible) after a good friend, Will Swanda, recommended it to me. Spoiler Alert: It's philosophical Buddhism littered with gratuitous obscenities (so way better). As an insight into my current paradigm and doubtlessly a catalyst for my decision to make this rather dramatic change in the direction of my life I thought I'd share some one of the points that resonated with me.
You have a limited amount of f*cks to give (before you die); focus and prioritize your values on what truly matters to you.
I've heard this 'wisdom' expressed in a lot of ways, "don't sweat the small stuff" comes to mind, or more personally I recall when Mr. Madole asked our class how as young people we dealt with adversity. Travis Baldree said something typically profound for him; "If I'm going to live a short life there isn't time to dwell on setbacks, if I'm going to live a long life this is such an infinitesimally small part of it that in the big picture it won't really matter."
It has become both sad and literally laughable to me how aggressively and manipulatively virtually every conceivable cause is trying to recruit, rally, incense, and mobilize 'troops' to their cause. This will be such an interesting and absurd time in human history to study in the future. I'm very carefully and deliberately simplifying what I allow to take my time an energy. Thanks to not caring about much or many my list is extremely short and simple (like my dog, the snuggling of which is one of the very few things on said list).
It's not specifically from the book, but one of the themes I've taken from the work is 'simply,' "simplify." Is what is taking your time, attention, and industry worth any of those most precious and finite resources? If not, don't (give a Chuck).
One man's sudden unexpected journey to give up the life you're "supposed" to want in search of something better and more true to himself. Is it a midlife crisis, or a midlife catharsis? (I'm rooting for the latter.). Really only time can tell and followers may determine for themselves.
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