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Things I've Learned Lately

(or how to build a body)

The last few months have been the hardest physically on my body and on my mind in ways I wasn’t expecting. To be cured of cancer, your body has to be broken beyond its normal functioning level; to have the mental fortitude to survive, your mind has to be stretched in ways beyond the realm of human language. Everything I thought I knew - about cancer, about health, my basic grounding of common sense - was fundamentally challenged, forcing me to rebuild my understanding from the ground up.

I’m coming out of this in search of equilibrium. I saw a circus act before my diagnosis and have had the visual of a performer doing a perfect one-handed handstand. Balance does not come from stillness, it comes from slight movements and slight adaptations. And like that performer, I live in a series of pivots. My body is learning how to function again, how to walk again, and how to eat again. It has been a cycle of life, death, and rebirth, and what my body needed in each stage was different and continues to be different. My body requires core things, but variations on healthy practices and living exist at each stage of wellness. Doctors and nurses are incredible, but unless you’re under a microscope getting cancer treatments, they are focused only on major shifts, the circus performer losing his footing. We are biologically ingrained to keep ourselves alive, but how do we know we’re doing the right thing without overreacting?

Friends have asked me what I’ve learned through this, and I am wary of writing anything instructive or conclusive because I’m still figuring it out. I’ve learned that I don’t know anything. That my prior way of living with preconceived notions is fundamentally flawed. That the sands of time are running out for all of us; I’m just more aware of the size of my hourglass. That when in doubt, turn back to nature. That nothing is more beautiful than life - a glimmer of light, a waft of cut grass, the chirp of birds - in the face of death.

The best I can offer is somewhat of a strange observation: Have you ever thought about the idea that you’re like a plant? As my cellular walls have been broken, it’s harder for me to absorb nutrients, remain hydrated, and distribute oxygen across my ecosystem. And I’m reminded of what really matters to sustain life; we need sunlight, water, nutrients, and a connection to the mitochondria that connect us all. A mantra came to me during my treatments when I realized how harmful so much of our supplement-addicted, biohacking, longevity-obsessed culture is:

All that matters is blood, light, water, food, breath, and spirit.

So much of our society is in a ‘quick-fix’ race. And rarely do we get the opportunity to start from scratch. Can you make foundational changes without the motivation of the fire, the earthquake, the cancer? Perhaps it's a shift of mindset, of not settling for good enough, but to run straight into the way of fear. To think forward and imagine yourself on your deathbed and build backwards. Or perhaps to think backwards, to imagine yourself back as a child before you overrode your natural programming. How cyclical life becomes when you zoom out.

Lately, I’ve been focused on my dreams. That is perhaps a blessing of cancer, I spend a lot of time with my eyes shut. There has been a lot written about sleep hygiene, but I think dream hygiene is equally valuable. I meditate before bed, visualizing a secret place within my subconscious where I meet an advisor, a part of me, who will tell me what I need to know. And then I sleep and dream. And I’ve realized: we know so much, if we only learn to listen. Our bodies know what is broken, and often how to repair it.

It’s the core building blocks:

We beat up our bodies to prove athletic prowess, to prove we can work harder than others, to prove we can party harder, to prove we can do more, but for what? For the rest of my life that I have left, I wish to live slowly, to live softly, to live like a plant.

I went to Kyoto last fall and spent hours sitting in one of my favorite temples, Saihōji, colloquially known as the Moss Temple. If you have never been, it’s a place unlike any other. Moss predates the trees and survives where little else can. It whispers and grows steadily. It’s the type of wisdom I want to embody now, the way I want to heal and build my body: rooted in stillness and thriving through softness.

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