Do Not Become What You Hate

Keep the demons out of your home. Home is purity. Darkness cannot exist there.

WEEKLY MEDITATION

Evil exists. Wake tf up.

Every conspiracy theorist you demonized a few years ago has now been proven right.

But your ego doesn’t allow you to admit you are wrong, so you bury you head in the sand.

Darkness is real. Corruption is real. There is no more denying it.

But here’s the trap: you don’t defeat evil by mirroring it.

Hatred is corrosive to the human soul.

The only way to fight true darkness is to become light.

You don’t fight evil by becoming evil yourself.

Make sure your hatred doesn’t turn you into what you’re fighting.

Remember: the mind is everything.

What you hate, you slowly become.

Guard your soul while you stand your ground.

BY @THEVRILLER

THE VRILL BOARD

Aesthetics to increase your Vrill

“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche

VRILL INSIGHTS

HOME IS WHERE…

For the past five months I've been switching AirBnb’s monthly.

My friends keep asking me, "when are you coming home?"

At least once a month I hear this. It made me think about what it is that we call home.

Is it the place I live in or is the place I come from?

Is it where my friends and family live or is not even a place at all?

We always long for what we don't have. We always, and I mean always, view the grass as greener on the other side.

Why? Because it's built in. The idea that something else could be better is probably the strongest driving force for human exploration and innovation.

But, the sense that what we have is not what we should have is also one of the greatest sources of suffering.

Home as continuity among chaos

Each month, new place, new environment, new routine.

The more I do this the more it becomes clear who I am. Who we think we are has a lot to do with where we live.

With what we do on daily basis, on who we hang out with, on what we spend our time on.

Your sense of identity is constantly getting external validation. The more we strip that away the more bare it becomes.

We have to stand on our own two legs. Our identity no longer has the previous justification it used to, to define itself.

And so, we are forced to contend with who we actually are.

I become the continuity among the chaos. Am I home to me?

That doesn't feel right.

Home as a feeling, not a place

While on the plane to Thailand I put on a Brute space. In response to a question about leaving your business to pursue your dream despite the business doing well he said,

Somewhere in my twenties I decided to never again do anything I didn't want to. I'd rather be living in dirt than have a good job I hate.

This made me think about home as the the metaphorical place of living congruent to your goddamn spirit.

When the chaos does not matter because you choose the chaos and that chaos was chosen for you.

But, then again we are social beings. We need more than constantly being in the chaos made for us. Although it is an excellent start.

Home as belongingness and resonance

If home has to do with people and people are everywhere is home not the place where you find "your" people?

I am unique and so is everyone else. Surely there are people out there more aligned to me than other.

If I find a place where those people live I should be able to easier find home.

Maybe home is where the environment support your authentic expression. In a sense, where you can be you.

Over the years I've come to realize where I truly explore who I am is in the metaphorical dance with other people.

The place where you can dance freely is a place easier to call home.

But is that enough?

Home as the tension between freedom and rootedness

As someone who is living the dream life I had when I was 17, I gotta admit that I was off. I thought that as long as I made $1000/mo online I'd be happy.

I could live in poor beautiful places close to the ocean.

As I travel more and more I realize that the only thing we need is home.

There is a difference between living in a place and being in a place.

For nomads the tension between being and living, vacation and work is hard.

Am I a tourist? Not really.

Am I a local? Not really.

We walk a thin line between freedom and rootedness. We need a sense of rootedness to get into a routine that allows us to do the work we need to move forward.

But we live this lifestyle for the freedom it gives. To not take advantage of that freedom feels like a waste.

Why live so far away from friends and family only to live the same as I would in my home town?

I crave what's next as much as I crave the stability necessary to get me where I want to go.

Yesterday I arrived, for the first time since beginning the travels, in a place I had previously been. That sense of home I had missed came back.

Not because it felt familiar but because it ticks a lot of the boxes of what home is. Something I never would’ve realized had I not gone on this journey.

For periods of our lives we need to be homeless for home to reveal it self. Only then will we feel truly at home.

Home is not a place nor is it metaphorical

Home is all of the above.

It is the continuity among the ever changing.

It is the chaos you choose.

It is the place where the people around you support your growth, internally and externally.

It is the intersection between freedom and rootlessness. The balance between exploration and stability.

Home can be found anywhere but we all need it.

Just because you have a home doesn't mean you feel at home.

So, do not go on living without a home wherever you are geographically.

BY @MJ