100-Day Creator Challenge #25: Seeker
What are you constantly seeking?
હેલો મિત્રો! (“Hello friends!” (guess the language?1))
Today we think about the following:
What are you constantly seeking?
Is it something within yourself, outside of yourself? Something outside of yourself that you’re mistaking for something within yourself? Have you always sought that? What is the driver for that search? What would happen if you stopped pursuing or seeking that?
(Yeah, lots to wonder about…)
Your posts
3 AM | Julie Mosow | 01/04/2023
Running out of time for tiny shifts
Loneliness, jet-ski, and bumpy rides | Vishal | 01/04/2023
How loneliness hit me around people during this New Year and what adventure water sports taught me about dealing with it!
Hashtag Blessed, But Unironically | Made in Cosmos ✨ | 01/04/2023
I got some very interesting comments under yesterday’s piece on living too much in my head (from women, at last!). They both said they had a knee-jerk reaction to “hashtag blessed” used as a description of most women’s writing, compared with my own which is supposedly too intellectual for this audience. That’s why few women read me, my husband says, I write more like a man than like one of them, and so it’s not relevant to their interests.
Lifemap exercise | Jibran el Bazi | 01/04/2023
Watch now (4 min) | a rough look at doing an exercise to look at your past | 100 DoW #25
Day 35 | João Mateus | 01/04/2023
The inner ring
Modern Golden Age Podcast #18 - Maria (Made in Cosmos) | João Mateus | 01/04/2023
On beauty, motherhood and RV's.
Tutoring | Chris Wong | 01/04/2023
I recently saw David Perell explain Benjamin Bloom's concept of combining Mastery Learning with 1-on-1 tutoring.
Dying | Afshan | 01/04/2023
and remembering
Serve | Laila Faisal | 01/04/2023
new year's sludge | Yuelian Hong | 01/04/2023
an unexpected but familiar pattern has emerged in my first days of 2023: a robust, gravity-like pull towards my bed which only strengthens the more i succumb to it. when i wake up in the mornings my mattress clings to my spine like a sticky, webby glue, compelling me to stay tangled up in its sheets. the force is so strong that i have no choice but to close my eyes and surrender, letting my body imprint itself deeper into the bed. in the early afternoon, sometime after lunch, the force returns anew: a hypnotic, whispering voice calls over to me from behind the closed bedroom door, drifting all the way across the living room to greet me at the dining table.
Turkish food in Berlin #1 | Afshan | 01/05/2023
Mihmandar Restaurant
025. Confronting my relationship with money (pt 1/?) | Kevin Zhai | 01/05/2023
My money don’t jiggle, jiggle – it holds… onto limiting beliefs
My cold walk | gome | 01/05/2023
I love going on walks even in bad conditions
Appreciate the reading and writing, everyone!
Sincerely,
Jibran
Gujarati