Monday, October 20, 2025
Some people hate to work, and then hate having nothing to do. They can’t wait to get away from the office, and the minute they’re on the beach, they’re wondering what’s going on at the office. Some people have panic attacks if they have nothing to do; and those same people have panic attacks because they have so much to do. Some people have so little money, they have cramps, and if they have a surplus or come into a windfall, they have cramps. Some people are so lonely, they are panicked, and when the crowds get too big, they panic.
Fear will get you on both sides of the tipping point. Too much or too little, you’ll find a way to be uneasy about it. Single or partnered, you’ll find some way to be afraid to complain or to find a problem.
As long as the boat rocks back and forth, violent changes of loss/gain, the passengers will move from stern to the bow to find the “best” vantage point. The stock market is like this. Ride the crests, but get fearful of selling before peak. Weather the lows, but get nervous not to buy too suddenly – wouldn’t want to miss the bedrock bargain. As the boat rocks, so do the unsettled passenger, chasing the “highest” direction.
Do you see the undulating two-sided fearfulness? Too soon? Too late? Can’t stay on vacation? Can’t stay at work? Find the center. The fulcrum of indifferent, non-undulating settledness. The vacation spot in your own home, deep in the visceral area of your soul.
I don’t need to go to Switzerland to vacate. I’ve got the Swiss alps right inside me and outside my own window. My view from the center point is perfect. Why do I need to go to the stern or the bow? Those tipping points make me seasick.