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In the modern day, everyone is constantly barraged with distraction. Whether the advertisements we casually glance at walking down the street or the onslaught of click bait ads and online postings, everybody wants your attention, big business even pays for it.

Millions of dollars each year are spent on marketing execs trying to figure out how to capture your attention and how to keep it long enough and in the exact right handling in order to sell you products. So in all this constant tug-of-war, what's a person to do in order to keep their attention for their own purposes and not entirely waste it for the means of all the other people vying to benefit from it?

One option of countering this trend is minimalism. Living simply with the less stuff in order to make the most of each of those selected things we do keep in our lives. We can counteract our fickle minds by deeply planting ourselves within specific realms of interest. Shallow distractions pale once we have created depthier contrasts.

The beauty of minimalism is that with this attitude, every moment becomes a blank canvas full of potential for recreating one's life with potency and focus. The less quantity we subscribe to the more depth we're able to dedicate to any one avenue. We essentially regain control of our attention and become free to dedicate it only to the things we ourselves find valuable.

In my own life I can honestly say that my lack of focus has long detrimented the gains I've made in my pursuits. Popular opinion today points to the existence of a hypothetical 10,000 hour rule in order to attain mastery, obviously with somewhat deliberate practice. The failure then of many people is their inability to decide on what's not important and fully dedicate themselves to only one or a few very important pursuits at once in order to attain real and substantial results.

Seeing Her Again

On Tynan


I looked at the route that Google Maps gave me to drive my RV back to Austin. The route went right past Mandeville, Louisiana. That's where Katya lives.

I hadn't seen her in years. We broke up four years ago, and I only saw her once since then, three years ago. She randomly showed up with her fiancee and took all of the big stuff she'd left at my house. Her fiancee apologized as we carried her bed frame that I'd been sleeping on for a year to his car.

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