Going Monk Mode

Living “the good life” is not amazing. I mean that in the literal sense of the word. It is not astonishing; it does not cause great surprise or wonder. The good life is not dripping in jewels or lauded with prestigious awards. It is not known by millions of strangers, served with gold flakes on a tiny plate, or delivered in a cardboard box. The good life does not have 10000000000000 followers—swipe up to—25%—lovethatforyou—tap now—summer CODE:SUMMER—THIS IS NOT A DRILL YOU GUYS—THECODE IS SUMMER20—link inb—(I lose consciousness.)

This is not a revelation. Nearly every philosopher and faith preaches a version of this message, and they can’t all be wrong.

The good life is about love and, honestly, ngl, it’s about small, repetitive sacrifice. It’s about family, duty, friendship, faith, responsibility, hard work, commitment, creativity, community, etc.—cutting things out here as this is a long piece and you get it—all that stuff, the stuff you know deep down it’s about. That’s the good life. It is beautiful, eternal, and deeply fulfilling, but it is not amazing. That’s Monk Mode, baby.