Here are three of the healthiest things I ever did in my life:
1. Stopped focusing on “quick” news.
2. Fired my financial adviser.
3. Worried less about what people would say.
Since I was a kid, I’ve loved news. Newspapers showed me the world but their quality watered down in recent decades. Now, the news filters into meaninglessness in practically moments, like gum losing flavor. Chew and spit, chew and spit. This is transitory and meaningless.
Mainstream news is their story taking up your time. Their glittery story will take you down an alley where you’ll never disturb the universe. Talk radio, talking heads, and paparazzi news just keep you locked into a tiny little world shared by throngs.
What’s not meaningless is telling your story. Using your few years under the sun to find out what’s written in your blood is more valuable than money; it’s sacred. And that’s why it’s healthy. Connecting your benelles to a greater purpose provides health powers that doctors, newspapers, and talk radio don’t understand and frequently injure.
Chapter 2: I fired my financial adviser. Here, I’ll be honest; I had an absence of mentorship and an abundance of muddy thinking. My aunt was a proud confident millionaire, my grandparents were old scared millionaires, and my parents were middle middle-class. But money-talk in my house didn’t exist.
A well-dressed financial adviser came with my mother’s company-sponsored 401k plan, and he routinely advised my mother to buy high and sell low. I thought this was normal; that money had to be hard to get, confusing, and scary. So I hired the same guy and he gave the same advice.
And yet, my sixth sense told me my path was wrong. Duh, right? No; because when you’re a young man with a poor mental model and no teacher, you rarely make an improvement. When you come from a family that doesn’t buy stocks, bonds and real estate, it’s hard to start buying stocks, bonds and real estate. Piecemeal, I deconstructed my model with The Motley Fool, The Millionaire Next Door, The Richest Man in Babylon, and Van Guard.
Firing my financial adviser had trickle-down health effects: less confusion, less worry, and more money. Handling money and handling health are left and right shoes.
Chapter 3: I worried less about what others would say.
Oh, I still worry enough to press my clothes and attempt a quiet politeness with those I meet. But on the back end, I operate on the principle that in less than fifteen days no one’s going to remember a thing I’m doing today, even if I commit the super-gaffe of all time. We’re human and our cache is tiny. So I may as well focus on the long-term project of bringing out whatever the universe has seeded in me instead of losing my hair over what won’t matter tomorrow. Learning to think like this was a peer pressure repellent that pushed me forward like magic.
For a decade, I didn’t mind driving a car with a bad paint job and living in a small apartment. The people who looked down on me during those years don’t even think of me now, but I used the savings in time and money to multiply my talents beyond what I would have as member 97,768,654 of the Jones club.
I learned how invisible I am to everyone else in the world and used it to my advantage. I learned that showing my hat took away from my cattle, and I desperately needed cattle to get on with my path.
Look, it’s not an easy path to own up to your blood. Even if you become president, 50% of the people will hate your guts; maybe more. The solution is to refine your smile and stop trying to have your guts loved 100% of the time.
Filling your head with vanities or madness for money is a health trap. On the other hand, faith in your benelles and an eagerness for Dharma makes your health strong. To get there, you have to stop worrying about what others say.
After I completed these three chapters, I developed spontaneous new ideas, such as: the relationship of sex and autism, how we might farm oxygen, and how a low salt diet was harming my heart and eyes. These new ideas were suddenly easy to see, but my mind had been so noisy and junked-up and fearful for 25 years that I had no idea what it could see.
My ideas may be junk to you. That’s fine; I accept that my ideas may be dead wrong, every last one. But I am healthier and more powerful in my wrongness than if I were BMW driver number 2,537,489 or Starbucks customer number 315,548,311.