Addicted to Flow

[This is an original thought-piece by the author]


At some point, your ability to put your mind under control and empty it becomes a superpower.

Every now and then, you need a superpower and overcome another superpower that has gone too far for you.

This power for me comes in the form of flow.

Flow is immersion. Flow has the ability accelerate learning ten times. Flow is the only way good work gets produced. Flow brings out the potential you don't know you had in you.

And I'm addicted.

I thought I had it together. It never occurred to me that I've been addicted to anything until I came across Steven Kotler's work. When most people talk about addiction, they don't run far from your garden variety alcoholism, drug abuse, and womanizing. But flow, that's a whole other level.

When you're addicted to flow, everything else outside of it feels bland. By 7pm, I stop getting it and it's downhill from there.

At this point, the melancholy is so strong there are a host of things that can kill me from the inside. Opening locks, picking up clothes, packing bags, changing shoes, all these mundaness happen without me noticing. I'm still practically elsewhere, choosing not to snap out of it.

Some things are more anti-flow than others. Small talks, shopping, talking facts, unnecessary recitations. And then there's the instant killer: women-gossip. Boy is that flow-killer like Rosmah to a boner.

If you're lucky you learn the way of yin/yang early enough. There will be no excitement without the mundane. There will be no flow by staying in the zone, all the time.

So I might as well learn embrace the zone outside. The zone outside requires emptying the mind, not letting it fucks you over with inner chatter. Again, you are your own worst enemy, no exception.

I should count myself lucky to be chasing flow, unlikely the folks who chase happiness.