The more I think about Gary Vaynerchuck’s theory on living in the Clouds and Dirt, the more I relate. Without fully realizing it, I’ve slowly cut away huge portions of the excess in the middle. Instead, I’ve found deep interest and satisfaction at the far spectral ends of life. I encourage anyone reading to watch this short video prior to diving into my own view of clouds and dirt.
I’ve found an honest joy in being completely extroverted, and also thrive on moments of quiet introversion. I hate being anywhere in between.
I love my tech, gadgets, subreddits, and social media, and also want nothing to do with them and fully support the Time Well Spent movement. I hate being anywhere in between.
I’m an eternal optimist, and also completely nihilistic. Call it hypocritical, but I hate being anywhere in between.
I love the big thoughts that tickle the most philosophical bone in my body, and I simultaneously want everything to be clear, concise and as simple as possible. I hate being anywhere in between.
I know there to be a grand destination of spiritual transcendence, but if you ask me about my religion, I’ll tell you I’m an atheist without hesitation. I hate being anywhere in between.
I want to be graceful and unblemished, and also can’t imagine a year going by without recklessly digging my hands deep into the earth. I hate being anywhere in between.
I love the whole of humanity with all of my heart, and also loath and detest people on a daily basis. I hate being anywhere in between.
I have an insatiable appetite for exploring every country and culture in the world, but I want nothing more than to sit idle in the most familiar place I know. I hate being anywhere in between.
I’ll always need to let my creative right-brain fly, and I’m obsessively compelled to find round-numbers and right-angles. I hate being anywhere in between.
I thrive in moments of improvisation and spontaneity, and equally love to be perfectly measured and calculated. I hate being anywhere in between.
This is my clouds and dirt.
