The Hermit and Six-Toes

The sharpest book about waking up was written about chickens.

Two of them live on a poultry plant. Chickens have a society, a hierarchy, feeders, traditions, leaders, poets, a calendar. And a Wall of the World, behind which, by definition, there is nothing.

Our life runs the same plant. Work, mortgage, status, plans. Our own Wall: quit and live how you want, drop the career for something unclear, stop doing what brings no joy. Nothing out there, everyone agrees.

The Hermit and Six-Toes have never flown. They meditate, they invent training routines. Then they catch the simple thing — to fly, you flap your wings, often.

I reread it all the time. A lot is packed in there, and some of it took me years to get.

Two hours to read. Then decide which world you live in.