January 22, 2024: On Over-Motivation

Motivation overdose is as hindering as sloth. The fetters of over-motivation are made of the same material as the ones used to make the fetters of idleness. Only the former is much more attractively designed than the latter.

Of course, it’s simply an excess or lack of motivation that I’m dealing with here — too full to work versus too hungry to work.

The idle man is one “motivation” (push) away from becoming productive. The overly motivated man has been pushed so hard that he finds himself outside of Earth’s stratosphere. The overly motivated man, so that he becomes productive again, needs to decrease the amount of burning motivation in him one way or the other.

Like a man who has thrown too many logs into the campfire, the whole forest is at risk now.

I’ve been experiencing over-motivation more frequently since the start of the year, and it’s becoming very frustrating. To solve this, I’ve been trying to channel this overabundance of energy into creative activities, such as writing poems, reading difficult books, and composing songs. But even this isn’t enough most of the time. My mind is like a hungry frog’s tongue, catching one flying idea after another and putting them inside me even though I’m full. How can I deal with this? It may feel amazing, but the end result is disappointing. Eating so that you have available calories during exercise is one thing, but eating until you explode is another.

I wake up with a list of self-improvement action items I’d like to complete during the day. I really want to do them, but I end up doing almost nothing about them. Why? Too much motivation.

Over-motivation is deadly; it can even impede the attainment of ordinary goals. You become so motivated that it becomes impossible to sit down (or go out) and get to work. You want to do everything at once; however, since that is impossible, you end up doing nothing instead. It’s an “all or nothing” kind of feeling. And it’s bad.

The energy flows in your veins like abounding electricity generated by vast amounts of fossil fuel. You may even feel like a nuclear power plant. But the electricity you are generating is going to waste. Your mind is flooded with ideas, plans, and objectives that seem so achievable, within a hand’s reach. But these achievable objectives are like mirages in deserts. The overdose of motivation makes you run towards the oasis, but when you get there, there’s nothing but hot sand colored by the blazing sun.

In a Flight of Starlings: The Wonders of Complex Systems Book Review

January 15, 2024: In a Flight of Starlings

Earlier today, I finished reading Giorgio Parisi’s In a Flight of Starlings: The Wonders of Complex Systems. Honestly, I expected it to be a little more potent. If we can compare an Italian scientist to an Italian scientist, it could have at least been as good as Carlo Rovelli’s Helgoland: The Strange and Beautiful Story of Quantum Physics. But it wasn’t.

Yet, Parisi’s book is filled with aha moments. To read it is not a waste of time. The doors open, and we enter the mind of a physicist from the back door. This is what happens behind the scenes. This is how scientists think.

And it seems to me now that all good scientists are somewhat into literature and/or philosophy. The references I come across in their books are enough to prove me right.

So, it turns out, only pseudo-scientists who lack creativity say, “Philosophy is dead.” And their statement can also be considered true because, in them, philosophy is dead.

Reading In a Flight of Starlings reminds us of something we tend to forget: There’s poetry everywhere, even in physics.

Before I close this entry, here are two quotes from Giorgio Parisi’s book:

“The physicist sometimes uses mathematics ungrammatically; not following all the rules of grammar is a license that we grant to poets.”

“In the sciences as in poetry, there is hardly a trace in the finished product of the arduous work that the creative process has demanded, or the doubts and hesitations that have been overcome in order to achieve it.”

Beirut, Lebanon. Sunset.

November 29, 2023: A Comment on “Life Has No Meaning”

“Life has no meaning,” people say as if they’ve uncovered the only truth worth uncovering. In their eyes, I see no hope. I see nothing but Death wearing a hedonist’s cloak.

Who are these people anyway? They behave towards the word “meaning” the same way atheists behave towards the word “God.” They say that there’s no evidence, that no such thing can objectively exist, and so on. When I’m with them, I am not surprised when I hear things like, “If it isn’t objective, it isn’t worthy.”

But why would anyone undervalue their subjectivity? Don’t they know it’s the only way they can experience the world?

“Life has no meaning,” they say in a concluding tone, without realizing that discovering the absurd is a beginning rather than an end.

Yes, the universe may be meaningless and irrational. And, most of the time, that is how I feel it is. But the universe’s meaninglessness cannot be the last discovery one makes.

Absurdism cannot be, like most philosophies, a conclusion. On the contrary, it must initiate something in the heart of man. The one struck by the absurd must be triggered to act on something. He is bound to become Sisyphus – and Sisyphus never stops “working.”

The absurdist will say, “Now that I am aware that life has no meaning, I must do something about it and keep doing it until the end.”

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But it is useful to note at the same time that the absurd, hitherto taken as a conclusion, is considered in this essay as a starting point.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus