My bar for a place to feel like home is that I don’t have to think every time about where I will eat or do my laundry. So, I’ve had this a number of times in a number of countries in which I had access to a kitchen(ette) and a washing machine.
Simplifying… and juggling.
Change your relationship to sensation.
Feel it all but stop assigning it meaning and value judgements.
I’ve had a few incidences having dreams (that seemed uncharacteristic) featuring people that I later found out had died that night or who contacted me out of the blue. I tend to dismiss it as selection bias, particularly as I remember so few dreams under ordinary circumstances.
Uh, the only instance of which I’m aware that anybody has ever “had to get a tattoo right now” was in Nazi concentration camps (and the like,) and they were not given a choice of subject matter. As I can’t imagine the scenario in which I had no say in having something etched on my body, but I could choose what was depicted, I don’t think it’s a meaningful question.
I’ll take any of those pre-Arthritic days in which I was brimming with energy all the time.
Know its inevitability. Ride its currents.
After getting freaked out, realize that being freaked out changes nothing. Might as well see the unfolding of an uncertain event as the unwrapping of a gift.
That was so long ago. Since then, I’ve come full cycle to find that I’m not.
“You’re living in a dream world, a simulation, nothing is real.”
Can’t really change anything (see: Novikov Self-Consistency Principle) and I don’t believe people can enact wisdom until they are ready (i.e. whispering wise words in the ear will not make a wiser person,) and so I’m left with fucking with ourself.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we die in a reasonably robust mental and physical state.”
I don’t want my future self to get comfortable with the idea of pooping ourself in bed or forgetting the few people we know just because he’s gotten more cowardly about death in its proximity.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 