We call it magick or the praxis of tantrik yoga…
“…adventure, love, prosperity, prestige…anything we aspire to at all…is really just the currency we use to buy the four things that really matter:
Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins.
Realizing that even that kiss that melts your heart… only melts it because those four fairy godmothers waved their magic wands and turned your brain into a freakin princess.
But if our brain hits us with a really shitty exchange rate, if suddenly winning that Academy Award only buys us a day’s ration of serotonin, then how the hell are we supposed to stock up for our whole lives?
What can I do to get more joy out of everything I’m presented with, big or small?
How does anyone do that?
I guess there begins one’s lifelong quest for God, psychedelic drugs, transcendental meditation, or whatever the hell else you need to do to bring true value to the external pleasures of the world.
Anything that promises, not pleasure, but perspective.
There’s a good case to be made that those are the things worth seeking first, before even love and success.
Because watching my little boy flood his brain with happiness because he found a cool stick on the lawn is all the evidence I need that “how you experience” is so much more important than “what you experience.”
– excerpted from a really great 3 minute read, here: