Volume 44: Bullseye, Forest-Bathing & Butterflies

Welcome to the Mind Fuzz newsletter, a recap of three things that are on my mind this week.

1. Bullseye

Bullseye isn’t the highest score in darts and no one seems to think that’s an issue.

I know it’s a skill thing, but I still hate it.

Either way, it got me thinking about life (as I tend to do sometimes).

Sometimes the obvious thing to aim for isn’t necessarily the thing that will benefit you the most.

It’s like quidditch in Harry Potter.

Sure, you’ve got those big obvious goal posts at each end, but that little prick of a golden snitch is whippin’ around somewhere and you better believe you’re gonna’ whack your head on the grandstand trying to chase it.

So, not to self and to you: sometimes the best choice isn’t in plain sight.

2. Forest-Bathing

I went forest-bathing today.

Took a few photos, ate a few bugs (accidentally), and just felt so damn alive.

Walking out in nature is one thing, but being present and re-connecting in a forest is something else entirely.

You feel like you’re part of a living, breathing eco-system (which you are).

I think it’s one of the best reminders of our connection with the world outside our body and mind. 

Mother nature. 

Everything working in unison to just… be.

No reason.

Just because. 

Is it any wonder why nature helps slow down our mind?

3. Butterflies

“We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.”

Carl Sagan

Do you think the consciousness of the length of a life is relative to the life’s length?

That hurt my brain to write, so it would’ve been horrible to read.

But do you think the short life of a butterfly (1-2 weeks) feels, to them, like 80 years?

In the scheme of things, 80 years is nothing.

We just think it’s a lot because we tend to live longer than most animals (which is what I’m assuming we compare ‘a lot’ to).

But maybe a butterfly to us is what we are to an old wise tree who’s sat in the same spot for a couple of thousand years.

Maybe the tree is just sitting there watching us fluttering about, wondering why we’re in such a damn rush to go places.

Those poor humans, it thinks, only 80 years to live.

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