07/19/2019
we all have songs that strike in us some chord of pain and misunderstanding. we keep them on some playlist that we don't like to review too often, but we can't seem to ever delete them. sometime near the year 2000, a seed was planted. a crowd of individuals all stood with their fists in the air looking in one direction and screaming, singing, on their feet and swaying, a growing tingle running up their spines that made their cheeks blush and their eyes water... and am I the only one caught up in the intense irony of it? can we listen to ourselves, how ridiculous it sounds, for 40 thousand individuals to be screaming in unison at some rock god on a stage, the words: "You don't know how it feels to be Me"? Surely he does, he wrote the song and has sung it thousands of times to millions of people.
we are here to sing along and to move to the music that we love.
but of all the songs played tonight,
why is this one phrase the absolute crescendo of the night?
why did the same thing happen at the final song of a Reznor concert in which I came feeling I would be the only one brought to tears by the most disturbing song on that famed album? why was I absolutely unbelieving that it was saved for last... that the electricity in the air could have been measured as intense enough to power the entire sound system if channeled right.
at the Petty concert in that moment, it occurred to me. here are 40 thousand "other" people who have "issues". Issues of feeling that they are isolated, even when surrounded by 39,999 others who are feeling exactly the same way. Why not just turn our heads to see beyond the surface of one of these fellow "no, you don't know" shouters, and say, "hi. wow, I didn't know you felt that way too."
maybe there would be a recognition. that this belief that we are somehow alone in this, is just not true. in an instant this fog of pain, some cloudiness that was not letting our real nature come through, when that song plays, the pain is there, but somehow it just doesn't matter anymore. somehow it's this gateway into a swelling of the hearts around us. what is happening here? and then it lasts. it lasts for hours afterward. days it lingers. what was that all about? and how can we keep some of that magic going, every day? if those clouds of thoughts lifted and we were just left naked with some strangely intoxicating feeling of "peace" and "joy"? that cloud, what if it suddenly lifts? and then... stays?
wow. they might take notice for a minute. might even get curious. maybe write about it. talk about it. not in spoken words, of course. that would be, like. therapy. no, but anonymously. yet in a way in which they really were heard, by those who had been there as well. they could even come to a better understanding of the misunderstanding that caused those clouds to build. those clouds, made up of microscopic electrical signals. echoes of past memories, creating a lens through which the world is seen.
people actually get paid to study this stuff. they have done real science with thousands of subjects to prove a handful of easy and literally effortless solutions that none of us actually do very often but would take no more than 10 minutes each day.
actual black and white, concrete dead-simple solutions to what is now our biggest threat to society: anxiety, depression. People not knowing what the hell to do with their lives. People feeling marginalized, misunderstood, and seeing the world through beliefs that, if examined, would prove to be false.
The tech that is making this isolationism worse by the day, is ready to do what it was always supposed to: to start bringing us all back to each other, in a way that we come back, to this hidden peaceful joy, deep at the core of ourselves.
Who would have thought during the days of our ambitious and greed or fame-filled desires that filled our young-adulthood minds... who would have thought that the solution to becoming our best selves would be found simply by sitting in silence, for 10 minutes a day, focused on the one thing that we will never own because it is simply just a part of us... our breath.
Who knew during our angst-filled years that bled into decisions we'd rather not discuss in public, that simply by typing in an answer to 1 question three times each night for one week, that through some mystical chaos-theory butterfly effect, or some triggered part of our brain, that those 10 minutes during that 7 day period would cause us to rate our life satisfaction significantly higher six months later than the control group who just did some journaling during that week?
What are the outcomes of being an anonymous member of this community, that exists simply to raise the level of life satisfaction for all of us... sending a butterfly effect out into our families, friendships, workplaces, and communities?
We are about to find out. Get locked in with us, for just one week at a time. We'll get you to actually do one of these 10-minute things each day. The ROI on those 10 minutes is insane.
Do it with us for one week, and you'll see it too. suddenly, quite a bit of "peace" and "joy" that has been piled on top of with these patterns, echoes of thought, much of it useless chatter... a significant bit of your true nature comes through. That's what hive is designed to do. Ten years on paper has finally come alive. The plan that's about to be set in motion? To simply make space for those 10 minutes each day. And begin to see life in a brand new way, every single day.
The 3 questions? Do it for one week, 10 minutes each night. Just one week. Then, like some butterfly effect unleashed, 6 months later, your own life satisfaction ratings are higher. The 10 minutes of focusing on your breath in a quiet room? It makes your brain bigger. Literally bigger. But not just any part. That frontal cortex part. The part of your brain that makes you happy and peaceful and able to deal with anything life throws at you.
This is hive. yes. we do know how you feel. and together, we can easily change that.
:.sj.:.
