What could be the smallest/simplest demonstration of this concept?
I subscribe to the idea that "the real thinkers are the doers".
Maybe you create an attractor by building a loop that works, then turning it into a platform.
An application or a in-person programme that runs some loop like: objective selection, drift detection, intervention delivery, verification, outcome measurement, policy learning - repeat.
Until there is something that works, theorising means little. At least in my experience, on contact with reality the beauty of what's on paper is quickly shattered. But that is exactly what really moves the thinking forwards.
If one can demonstrate even a small step in the desired direction, one can build on it. And perhaps, over time, materialise the imagined better reality.
Don't search for meaning.
Don't ask why. Why are we here, why should I try?
It's not about why.
It never has been.
It's about because.
It's high-time you stopped asking what's my purpose?
Start declaring "this is what I'm making my purpose"
No more waiting for truth to arrive, manufacture it through action.
But this path's full of terror.
You become responsible. Can't blame fate, God, society, or circumstances. Your "because" is yours alone.
If you want help finding it answer this:
What "because" are you actually afraid to choose?
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Do yourself a favour:
Think about it before reading on. Write something down. Please.
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Now -
If you want help answering that, here's my take:
1. Write down what you tell people your life is about. Your "official" priorities if you will.
2. Now write what you actually spent the last 72 hours doing.
The gap between these is your shadow. Next:
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Think on this:
Who do you judge? Not dislike - actively judge with a bit of fiery moral energy? What specifically do they do that disgusts you?
That quality is your exiled "because." Next:
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You're 87, dying, reviewing your life. What's the thing you - didn't do - that makes you want to scream?
Not "I wish I traveled more" - that's greeting card bullshit. The specific, concrete thing. The embarrassing one.
That's your "because." Next:
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If you had $100M in the bank and 3 years to live, what would you actually do with your time?
Strip out all virtue signalling - what would you actually do?
Now here's the thing: You probably won't do that thing even with the money and time.
Why not? Next:
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Complete this:
"I would be humiliated if people knew I wanted to _______"
Whatever fills that blank - that's important. Next:
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You don't need to figure out what you're afraid to choose. You need to admit what you're already choosing by not-choosing it.
Your life right now is a sculpture.
Everything you've avoided carving away reveals the shape of your fear.
The because you're afraid of is the one that would require you to become someone you've convinced yourself you're not so strongly that you can't even bare to look at it. Next:
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Don't do any of those steps. Honestly, it's procrastination disguised as diligence.
Do this instead.
Right now, get some balls and finish this sentence:
"If I'm truly honest, the life I want to live but am not living is one where I _______"
Say it out loud. To me. Here.
Not the pretty version. The true one. The one that makes you feel exposed.
Because otherwise, here's what you're actually doing: You're waiting for someone to give you a method so you can perform "working on yourself" instead of just stating the thing.
I'll wait.
What is it?
You're reading this like you read everything else...
You've done this before. Many times.
But this WILL be DIFFERENT.
Look at you - scanning for the part that applies to you, waiting for the insight that makes things click..
You've read things before that felt important. Nodded along, highlighted sentences, and returned to your life as it was.
The words dissolved. Nothing moved.
BECAUSE
You are approaching these words as an audience member. You are sitting in the dark, watching the screen, waiting to be changed by what you see. But audiences are not changed. They are entertained.
Moved, temporarily.
They cry, they laugh, they feel inspired. Then the lights come on and they go home.
Abracadabra πͺ:
I will - MAKE YOU - notice:
You are the one who turned off the lights. You are the one who sat down. You are the one who decided that - reading, consuming, waiting - is the appropriate posture for encountering ideas.
Somewhere you learned that insight comes from outside, that truth is delivered. And your job is to be receptive, to absorb, to hope the right information enters you and does the work.
Ha!
Nothing external has ever changed you.
Not the books you've read, lectures you've attended, podcasts you've binged.
You
Changed
You
At certain moments, for reasons you still don't fully understand, you took something you encountered and did something with it. You acted. You spoke. You built. You left. The information was inert until you animated it.
And then you attributed the change to the information.
Haha!
As if the spark created the explosion and the gasoline was incidental.
You are the gasoline. And the reason you haven't created an explosion is not the absence of sparks but the wetness of your attention.
Right now, in this moment, you are doing it again. You are waiting.
You are reading these words and wondering where they are going, what they will give you, whether the next paragraph contains the thing you need. You are being an audience to a text about not being an audience. Feel the contradiction.
That feeling is the point.
I - me - I cannot install this idea in you. No one can.
This idea is not a program to upload:
Stop waiting.
Stop waiting for this paragraph to tell you what to do. Stop waiting for clarity before you move.
Stop waiting for permission before you speak.
Stop hiding.
Stop
Stop
Stop
You've read things before that felt important.
The words dissolved. Nothing moved.
Remember the pain of that truth.
Audience thinks: "more information before I act."
Author thinks: "Act before I have more information."
Action generates clarity.
Movement generates direction.
You will not think your way to a new way of acting.
You will ACT your way to a new way of thinking.
Before a map is made, it's terrain is discovered.
The map is drawn by walking, not before walking.
So here is where this ends.
Not with a summary, steps or takeaways, or a neat conclusion you can screenshot and forget.
This ends with you.
You can close this and return to what you were doing before. That is an option. It is the option you have chosen many times. It will feel normal. It will feel fine.
Or you can do the thing you've been postponing. Not tomorrow. Not after you finish reading something else. Now. While the window is open. While the discomfort of recognition is still fresh.
I cannot make that choice for you.
That is rather the point.
You've read things before that felt important.
The words dissolved. Nothing moved.
The lights are on now. The screen is dark.
What you do next is no longer my sentence to write.
Tomorrow is a place where dreams are stored until they expire.
Walk around your local cemetery.
The graveyard is full of people who were going to start tomorrow. Who were waiting for the right moment.
Today is the only time where anything actually happens.
The things that aged well in your life weren't things you bought. They were the things you built, the skills you earned, the relationships you tended, the habits you installed.
Consumption depreciates. Creation appreciates.
Make sure you're not investing in the wrong portfolio.
The quality of your questions determines the quality of your life.
"Why does this always happen to me?"
produces victimhood
"What is this trying to teach me?"
produces growth
Same event
Slightly different questions
Completely different outcomes
No - look at the big guy's right shoulder (lifted to protect chin), pull back timing and rotation, and foot placement (bouncing and minimal telegraphing steps).
Vs smaller guy's chin in the air, stuttering lead foot and massive wind up on the overhand with lead hand down and all weight on front foot
Big guy trains and spars, little guy dances around in the mirror and goes to boxercise class
The things you're told to acquire - degrees, followers, promotions - are mostly evidence you collected for a trial that was never going to happen. The jury you've been rehearsing for doesn't exist. The only verdict that matters is the one you deliver to yourself each night before sleep.
The garden of Eden needed the exile more than Adam did. Your struggle isn't the obstacle between you and meaning. It's the raw material meaning is made from.
Your discomfort is the portal, not the obstacle
There's a conversation you've been avoiding. A project you keep "almost" starting. A truth you circle around but never land on. And you've mapped your life around this thing
so thoroughly that the avoidance has become invisible - it's just "how things are." But what's actually happening is this:
you and your fear have developed a mutual non-aggression pact. You don't look at it, it doesn't bite.
Except it's still eating you, just slowly enough that you've decided to call it "letting go" or something.
The thing you're avoiding is avoiding you too - one of you has to break the treaty first. And when you finally turn toward it, when you walk into the room you've been tiptoeing past, you'll discover something infuriating and amusing: the door was never locked, wasn't even closed.
You'd just decided long ago that whatever was inside was bigger than you. Now u see it wasn't. It was just in the dark hoping you'd never turn on the lights in there and VANQUISH it.
You don't need to find your purpose - you get to create it
Everyone talks about "finding yourself" like you're a set of keys that slipped between the couch cushions. You're not lost. You were never hidden. The frantic searching - the career quizzes, the soul-searching holidays, the endless asking "what am I meant to do?" - it's all based on a lie: that somewhere out there, a purpose is waiting with your name on it, and your job is to locate it before you die. But the universe didn't lose your instructions. You were never supposed to receive any.
The people who seem "called" to something didn't find it - they built it, brick by brick, through commitment and repetition until the thing they chose became indistinguishable from destiny.
failure you keep reframing = success
failure is like a person you're really attracted to wearing a disturbing halloween costume. reframing failure is like undressing them. failure is success in a scary costume. get it naked. get better at seducing failure into success.
Being understood.
People spend a lot of time making sure they speak clearly, organise ideas well... but that's all irrelevant if you miss this:
Being understood is about being heard by someone who wants to listen.
That's goal number one. Make them want to listen. Then you'll eventually be understood, even if u suck.
Make them want to listen first. Make it clear second. Then you'll have a winning presentation.
Why would they want to listen? Think about it. Invest all your energy in that. Create huge desire. Front load the max out of that. Nail it. Deliver that payload.
Then start your talk.
And keep reminding them through out it.
My beloved guy
You're not waiting for knowledge
for permission
or the right time
You're waiting for the courage to stop waiting.
The resources you think you lack - the time, the money, the connections, the credentials - none of those are real constraints and most are elaborate permission slips you've assumed you need before you can begin.
HAHAHAHA What!? Why? You funny old goose.
Does assuming you need those things help you?
If the constraint disappeared tomorrow, would you actually start? Or would you find another constraint behind it?
I sincerely want you to WIN.
That's why I have to tell you
The permission you're waiting for isn't coming.
Because it's yours to give. So give it now.
Scary. Yeah. You're naked.
Unskilled, unprepared, un-resourced.
You're not ready. No one was ready.
You're standing at the edge of your own life, waiting for someone official to tell you it's okay to jump. No one is coming. The people who built the things you admire didn't wait for the tap on the shoulder. They fucking jumped. Started, badly, without the resources they thought they needed. Sometimes with someone trying to hold them back.
You're just like them. You remind me of them.
You already have what you need to begin. You're just about to start. Stop caring what anyone says you need. Jump.
Enjoy the flight.