It costs $200 to go outside, you’re surveilled the entire time and everyone you meet has this post-Covid social autism where talking to them feels like trying to communicate with a robotic alien and there’s a palpable layer of suspicion around everything
The quickest way to “get your spark back” is to literally light yourself on fire. You’ve got to burn baby. You’re depressed bc you’re not being insane enough. Double. Down. The world does not reward half ass. All in or out. You’re thinking too small. You’ve accepted your current reality as the only reality. Bullshit. You need to write a list of the most insane asks you could ever dream of. “I am a NYT best selling author. I am the founder of a Fortune 500 company. I paint for a living and I make a damn good living.” Ask and you shall receive. Embody and you become. Flip the fucking script. Your current ceiling is now the floor. Level up.
You need to burn.
Given that I have built two companies in widely different fields to trillion dollar plus valuations simultaneously, I am might be getting a few things right once in a while
As the owner of Twitter, I’d like to share an important message with the world.
Dear Zuck, Lizard Boy, Pencil Head,
I’m fighting for freedom.
You’re fighting for dollars.
I will beat you in that cage.
You stand no chance.
Best,
Elon “who’s your daddy” Musk