I almost didn’t publish Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It. I was terrified. Here I was, a CEO who’d fallen apart after his company failed, writing a book about how loving himself saved him. I thought I’d be a laughing stock and my career would be finished...
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I was at Harper’s offices for meetings and randomly walked by the art department and saw this laid out. It’s the cover, the real thing that they wrap around the book. It was the only one in the whole space. The man working on it saw at me admiring it, then said, “hey, that’s you.”…
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(I originally posted this on my Instagram two months ago. Finally trying to be more active on this blog, so re-posting) I just finished a week of studying with an obscure sect of Buddhist monks. They’re the mystics of their tradition. Every religion’s got mystics. They’re the crazy ones. Those who want to bypass dogma…
Read MorePlease note that this offer has expired. Many of you have read my first two books, Love yourself Like Your Life Depends On It, and Live Your Truth. I have a new book coming out soon. Like my first two, it contains lessons learned from my life, things that work. With this latest book, I…
Read MoreEach time I’ve done this, it works. The key – like anything important in life – is to do it consistently. The effects compound over time, almost like there is a tipping point. You may not feel the gradual increase in your happiness but there will be a day when you’ll realize the vast difference…
Read MoreI drive down Highway One, top down, looking for the trees. Half a mile South of the lighthouse in Pescadero, I see the familiar fence separating the meadow from the road. I pull over and turn the car off. The engine slowly clicks into silence. Then I grab my daypack, hop the fence, and hike…
Read MoreI sit by my grandmother in the hospital room. She’s out of the ICU, finally. But she is weak and in pain. She raises a shaking hand, motions for my aunt. “I want to go,” she says in Hindi. For some reason, I can fully understand her. Anybody else in that language, no. I reach…
Read MoreRedeye to New York from San Francisco. Somewhere over the midwest, I pull the window shade down and stare at the constellations. A bright clear night, slight patch of clouds. Below, pockets of scattered lights. The moon is just out of sight, ahead of the plane. I press my face into the glass, nose bending…
Read MoreHey Kamal. Nice post, man. “Thanks.” So, how many Facebook likes for your life to be validated? “Um…” Let’s try this. How many zeros after a one in your bank account for you to have mattered? “Eight.” Come on, really? “Ten.” I’m getting bored. “A hundred.” Child’s play, buddy. “One thousand?” I’m falling asleep. “A…
Read MoreWe walk up the stairs to my fourth story apartment in the East Village. Late summer, I’m here for a few months. Always wanted to live in NYC, a little change in my pocket, experience what the fuss was about. Floor below mine, she sees something, yelps with excitement, and bolts past. My neighbor has…
Read MoreI was recently in Tikal, Guatemala. Home to ancient Mayan ruins, the ones you’ve seen in movies. Imagine pyramids jutting out of the jungle. Monkeys howling at sunrise. That’s the place. Had a rather magical experience I want to share. I hope it serves you well. [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9o8-og6vJn8]
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