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Is delayed gratification more valuable than instant gratification? This episode unpacks the value of reckless self-indulgence, an increasingly demonised way of life in the world of protein bros and wellness culture.

substack essay: hedonism and the will to live

https://jordanstacey.substack.com/p/hedonism-and-the-will-to-live?r=4b9cpt

SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!!!!

Talk soon xx

Last night I woke up from a nap to a youtube video on stoicism called "Why do you postpone yourself?" based on the works of stoic philosopher Seneca. This philosophical summary captured a feeling that has been marinating in my mind palace for years! Shout out to this divinely timed nap for landing me here.

Moral of the story: if you have legs you can start walking, you don't HAVE to sit idly at the train station waiting to set your life's work into motion. Privilege is of course a huge part of this conversation, but it is the people with the strongest legs that tends to be the most loathe to walk.

Whether you wait for the speed train or begin strolling down the path of your life's work, whether you are the hare or the tortoise, there is no reward at the end for how you arrive.

Youtube video in question

Happy pondering xx

Are you the fish, the fisherman or the ocean? What is a thought and how much control do you have over your own thought-making process? The concept of mind, body and consciousness separation is a thread throughout all schools of philosophy and spirituality, both modern and ancient. This episode is essentially me unpacking my take on this thread through some silly analogies (drink every time I say fish and you will drown).

What is thought when it is not organised by language? Does our concept of what thought is hinge too much on the connection between thought and language, that is, the intellectualisation of the abstract? What was thinking like for preliterate humans and what do babies and animals experience?

WOULD WE BE FREE OF THE OVER-INTELLECTUALISATION OF EMOTION IF WE DID NOT HAVE LABELS FOR OUR FEELINGS TO BEGIN WITH? Surely cavemen weren't struggling to decipher whether they were experiencing platonic or romantic love and were just at the mercy of the experience itself.

MUCH TO PONDER (if one can even conceptualise what it means to ponder).

HEAR ME OUT! How would you move through your life if you knew that you would maintain the appearance of youth until the day you died? It begs MANY questions (like why are we okay with vampires being 200 and going to high school??!).

As I progress through my twenties I find myself mourning a loss of 'ingénue status' and grappling with the rush of needing to capitalise on it. The context of age seems to frame every accolade more and more belligerently as we age (and it is very frustrating!!!).

Are you scared of aging? Ask yourself:

Is our fear of aging ever really to do with nearing death, or is it to do with our ever-waning access to the fruits of pretty privilege power and ingénue status handed to us in our youth?

Food for thought xx

An unplanned ramble of all of my current thoughts regarding monogamy. I love ambiguous topics that can simply never reach an absolute conclusion. Are we meant to be monogamous? How do we separate romantic and platonic intimacy? Why are the rules of monogamy so gendered? Were our ancestors monogamous or is it a modern invention of convenience? I'm not sure, but listen to hear some of my deliberations thus far.

A casual and chaotic introduction: Jordan divulges what made her name herself a "voyeur", what voyeurism means, and gives a brief summary of what led her to enter the world of podcasting.

A little voice memo yap about time autonomy and hypervigilance. Today I was doing yoga and realised how bonkers it is to measure things using time when you don't have to!! Capitalism is something that many of us internalise into a sense of urgency and time obsession. Why are you thinking about time so much in your FREE time!!!! I am forever dreaming of a world without time, but alas we must compromise.

Australian birds are really loud and yappy so apologies for the ambient squawking xx