Jacob wrestled the angel all night, and would not let go even after his hip snapped. he walked away limping, with a new name. that is how it works. you do not get blessed without being broken by the same hand
I think most people misunderstand the universe as a place where things happen to them. it is not. it waits for you to speak first. God built it this way, so the cowards would stay cowards and the brave would find out. whisper self-pity into it and it will preserve that self-pity for you. speak command you do not yet feel worthy of and watch it start shaping you into someone who can finally carry it
The people who won, lost first. they lost hard, they lost stupid, they lost everything, more than once. and one time they didn't lose, and that was it. nobody who made something real had support while making it. nobody. they stood there like idiots. family said no and left, friends laughed, everybody watching, waiting for the fail. and maybe the fail came maybe it took everything, but they didn't die. and they got back up and did it again stupid like before, until the universe got tired of fighting them and surrendered. you cant tell beforehand which is will kill or coronet you. you walk through, or turn back. and if you turn back, you join the other turners, who live forever with no light in their bones
Find your obsession. Choose something worth dying for. Ignore everything else. Become monomaniacal. Sleep when you're dead. Eat when you must. Think about it constantly. Dream about it nightly. Wake up thinking about it. Sacrifice relationships for it. Lose friends over it. Let people call you crazy. Let them call you unbalanced. Good. Balance is for the weak. Mediocrity is for the many. Greatness demands sacrifice. Obsession is the price. Pay it gladly. Ignore the voices telling you to be reasonable. Reasonable men change nothing. Obsessed men change everything. Van Gogh was obsessed. Da Vinci was obsessed. They called them mad. History calls them genius. Find what makes you forget to eat. Pursue it relentlessly. Let it hollow you out. Let it fill you back up. Become the thing you chase. Merge with your mission. Disappear into your work. Emerge transformed. Or don't emerge at all. Better to burn out obsessed than fade away balanced. The world needs your madness. Give it everything
I would rather build with someone stupid who believes it can work than a genius who has already decided it wont. because the genius will be right about everything, and you will both starve together with his correct analysis. while the stupid one is already moving, already failing, already getting hit and getting back up. and you look at him and think, how is this idiot winning? and the answer is, he never stopped long enough to realize he shouldnt be. and God has always worked this way. he picked shepherds, not scholars. he made the seas through a mans speech. He chose Moses who stuttered over men who spoke beautifully. the mouth that cannot explain why it will work is the mouth that will scream it into existence, while the eloquent ones are still reviewing the proposal
Sometimes i walk out my door and i just don't come back until its dark. no idea where im going. just feet. and everything thats rotting inside of me goes quiet for the first time all day. and i think, God did not put man in a room, he put him in a garden and said walk. and we chose the room instead, and have been sick with it ever since
If you want to know how disciplined your mind really is don't look at your waking life look at your dreams, the dreams don't lie, if your dreams are chaos your mind is chaos, if your dreams are beautiful and move in order then something inside you has learned to govern itself even while sleeping, most people's dreams are garbage because most people's minds are unattended rooms where anything walks in and sits down. a man who has mastered his thoughts dreams like a prophet, his sleep is architecture
The soul is not upgraded by books or by thinking or by wanting to be better, the soul is upgraded by pressure that kills everything fake in you. the way fire does. gold is not purified by being admired, it is thrown into heat until everything that is not gold burns away. and what is left is not beautiful because someone made it beautiful, it is beautiful because there is nothing left to lie. war produces poets, peace produces advertisers. collapse produces saints, comfort produces consumers. this is not an opinion, this is history. read it, and the pattern is so blatant it is stupid how anyone misses it. the best human beings you have ever met were made in the worst times, and the emptiest human beings you have ever met were made in the times that should have been the best
The most dangerous lie is told to young men today is that you should be comfortable. comfort is not peace, comfort is the day you stopped growing and started rotting from the inside. i watch guys my age building lives around the elimination of discomfort, soft beds, good wifi, same restaurant, same friends, same routine, same joke, and they think they are alive. a man who is comfortable is a man who has decided that he is enough as he is, and no god, no ancient text, no prophet, no father worth listening to has ever said that. every sacred word ever spoken said endure. endure. endure...
Once you go bitter, you start losing on purpose and telling yourself its destiny. you stop showing up to the things that challenge you, because if you won, you would have to admit the world was not against you this whole time. and that is unacceptable to a bitter man, because bitterness needs proof. it feeds on evidence, so you give it some. you quit the job before it works out. you leave the woman before she gets too close. you stop replying to the friend who actually gave a shit. and then each loss goes back into the mouth of the beast, and it chews, and it says yes, good, more. you become a man feeding a parasite his own future, because the future might be beautiful, and beauty would kill the story he has been telling himself
I've stood at the bedsides of dying people. Not once has anyone reached for their bank account or their list of accomplishments. In that moment, there is only one name that brings peace, only one presence that satisfies. I've seen it every single time. Only Jesus.
I want to thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for the opportunity to represent Him on the highest stage 🙌🏾🙏🏾
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