HeyJaredPursuing the Unknown
Follow along as I reflect, meditate, and wrestle with the question of purpose in my twenties.
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Goodbye Los Angeles (opens the original)
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The smell of fried potatoes and the ambience of foreigners with no spacial awareness(maybe I’m just to critical as a New Yorker) was the perfect farewell trifecta alongside my double double animal style. There I was, fun-employed, hovering on a red stool next to a long time friend, as we patiently waited in the sea of people that just got off their flight into LAX. While I was about to be the one leaving Los Angles. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image
Let the Breath Work (opens the original)
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I found myself staring at a man with a bun, loose-fitting clothing, radiating “namaste energy” in Pan Pacific Park. Three women surrounded him, laying their mats on the ground as if they were preparing for a yoga meditation.The man approached two high schoolers eating ice cream on a nearby bench, inviting them to join the lesson he was about to start.From afar I watched the kids shake their heads no, then the man smoothly pivoted toward my direction.“Excuse me, would you like to join my breath w
The Final Moments (opens the original)
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Every second my chest felt like it was going to be popped like a balloon. While my brain slammed against my scull vigorously. Palms sweating, I gripped my pen to write, attempting to calm my neurotic mind. “I can do this,” “I can do this,” I repeated over and over in my head.Forcing this inner dialog into my consciousness like a shoe that is one size too small.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!TYhE!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/
Don't Read This At Work (opens the original)
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“How was your day?” and “Boy! Am I glad Monday is over!” is the weekly call and response from my co-workers as we await the parking lot elevator.How did this universe of jargon and faced of busyness come to be? There has to be a director, writer and producer that came up with this blockbuster flop of 9-5 movie. Where the actors have empty eyes, statues hunched over keyboards staring at a screen for hour and hours on end. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/
A Magician, a Stuntman and Michael Cera (opens the original)
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“I just don’t like going on dates with guys, they want too much, they want to come inside my place, pick me up. It’s all too stressful” she said with a big sigh.I looked her dead in her hazel eyes, and nodded, agreeing. In my typical agreeable fashion, I heard her feelings. But then I thought to myself.“What the fuck?!” The bright studio lights shined down on me, alongside a hanging camera recording our first date and the chess board between us. An entire cast and crew sat in the silent dark, fa
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