Does monk mode work?
In the modern world of distractions, what can be categorized as a “Monk”?
Caution — Rant is coming.
I woke up one morning and decided I would leave all my vices and bad habits just today and today itself. I will live my life as a monk for the next 6 months without fucking my schedule and will be disciplined.
But what happened? I couldn’t maintain it for more than a week. phew!
I even ended up procrastinating on this article for about 14 days.
It turns out a monk doesn’t focus on the distractions to be removed but rather focuses on living with them without affecting him or her.
Everyone has their way of being a monk. You have different consciousness and each consciousness requires a different engineering to tap into a monk mode.
You have lived in a different environment, family, financial status, and romantic relationships, and consumed different food, and if we combine all of it and create a concoction we have an entity called “consciousness”.
Just a little about myself, I grew up with 6 cousins and 1 sister so from my childhood I always had good negotiation skills which led to the following foundational principle for me —
Before forming an opinion try not to give a fuck.
No, No I am not trying to short-sell Mark Manson here. Or maybe I am. But let me explain what I meant by that.
Say, you wake up one morning and decide to start a new morning routine — meditation, cold shower, journaling, the whole fucking circus. But after a couple of days, you find yourself saying “fuck it,” hitting snooze and scrolling through shitty memes instead.
Before beating yourself up about it, take a goddamn step back and remember that habit change is a motherfucking bitch-ass bastard. Laugh it off, scream into a pillow, and keep unfucking your routine until you find a groove that sticks.
Here’s the thing: trying to live like a monk in this clusterfuck of a modern world is like trying to put out a dumpster fire with your tears. It’s not about achieving some perfect, distraction-free Nirvana — it’s about learning to surf the shitstorm with something resembling grace and humor.
So, does monk mode work? Fuck if I know, man. What I do know is that the journey of unfucking yourself is a long, weird, messy one, full of detours, relapses, and facepalm.
But if you can learn to not take your own bullshit too seriously, to laugh at your weakness, and keep getting back up no matter how many times you faceplant, you might just find your own fucked-up version of enlightenment.
It’s not about becoming some serene, untouchable being. It’s about being a flawed, struggling, beautiful disaster of a human, and being okay with that. It’s about letting go of the death grip of perfectionism and learning to ride the waves of your own ridiculous, glorious existence.
So, keep meditating, keep journaling, keep doing whatever weird monk shit works for you. But more importantly, keep laughing, keep forgiving yourself, and keep moving forward, one fucked-up step at a time.
Because in the end, we’re all just stumbling through this absurd circus called life, trying to find our way to be at peace with the chaos. And if you can do that while still giving a flying fuck about the important shit, well, you might just be the most badass monk on the whole damn planet.
So go forth, you beautiful fucking disasters. Embrace the mess, and unfuck yourselves with reckless abandon. The monastery of life awaits, and it’s one wild-ass ride.
Peace out!
