The one truth every man must know to survive in this world is that he will, no matter what, no matter how many obstacles pile up in his way, he must know in his bones that he will find a way through them all. this is the only thing that matters, the only question worth asking, not what could happen or who might stand in your path, but whether or not you will, in the end. because if you start with that knowledge, if you hold it tight and let that truth seep into your marrow, then theres not a goddamn thing in this world that can stop you. not fate, not the whole weight of history coming down on your shoulders. youll shrug it off. walk through the deepest rivers of shit imaginable and come out on the other side. and heaven and earth will move for the man who refuses to flinch.
Entrepreneurs burn out faster than employees because they don't have somebody telling them when to be off vs on.
A construction worker putting in 60 hour weeks who drinks beer all weekend has less burnout risk than a 27 year old running an agency because the construction worker knows that he can be totally offline when he gets home.
Being "always on" gives you zero time for your stamina bar to fully recover. The work is menial enough that you don't notice you're totally depleting yourself until your nervous system shuts down.
You effectively have two options here:
- Learn how to shut your brain off (easier said than done)
- Change your approach to work
The best approach is a mix of the two.
You can chad ram your way through work with stimulants for maybe 5 years before it really catches up to you. Effective in the beginning but unsustainable.
You need to learn to approach your work in a parasympathetic state. Most of us spend 90% of our time in the sympathetic state when we're really only meant to rely on that fight or flight maybe 10% of the time.
You think you're getting "in the zone" but you're really just cortisol-maxxing and burning through all of your body's most important resources.
Save the chad ramming for when it really counts. Your day to day goal should be "how relaxed can I be while doing what needs to get done?"
Don't waste your life's potential getting burnt out before 30.
This woman gives a chicken toy to this donkey. He loves it, brays with utters of joy, & funnily plays with it. No innocent being stays indifferent to love.
The pure hearted simple man is not idiot. he does not lack knowledge, merely lacks the vanity of knowledge. he is not impressed by the convolutions of that which refuses to state itself plainly, and when something is stated plain he will not pretend it is complex to flatter his own cleverness. this is the only mind God can really do anything with. that can water, grow things, like the plant drinking from the childs hand. this is the mind that listens because it is not so besotted with its own voice that it cannot be quiet and learn from what is above it. the mind that will grow the garden because it is not too busy being a garden unto itself
This kid will win the club championship at 18 and 21. When he graduates college with no debt, he’ll get a Rolex Submariner and will have already played 24 of the T100 in America. His literal first job will be in Wealth Management. His Dad has a 600 person construction company that he built from nothing and fully understands his kid can’t take it over. Knowing this, he gets one of his buddies at the club that happens to manage his companies 401k’s to hire him. His friend can’t say no, because his Dad also referred four other friends with similarly sized businesses. The kid will call a handful of prospects per day, shadow the veterans on financial check-up meetings, and learn compliance. He’ll move from playing golf 5 days a week to 3 days. He’ll never send out mailers to randoms for a free dinner at Ruth’s Chris in exchange for 60 minutes of their time. At 30, he’ll start inheriting small books of business. Private clubs will be his eco-system for picking up larger clients. By 40, he’ll be set. 15-20 hours in the office a week. The rest of the time he’s hosting or being hosted at nice clubs. Braxxton Jackson. America.
The board of directors panicked after reading an article in Forbes and hired a boutique cybersecurity firm.
They paid $80K for a team of external auditors to stress-test our network architecture.
A guy named Connor showed up to my office with a customized laptop covered in hacking stickers.
He ran a preliminary port scan and immediately found 14 open vulnerabilities on our primary subnet.
He barged in and demanded to know why our main firewall was running outdated firmware from 2014.
I leaned back in my Herman Miller Aeron chair and smiled like a disappointed father.
I told him he had successfully discovered the outer layer of my decentralized honeypot matrix.
I explained that we intentionally leave legacy ports open to trap malicious actors in an infinite digital loop.
I used the phrase "asymmetrical threat inversion protocol."
He stopped typing on his mechanical keyboard and looked deeply confused.
I told him that patching those obvious vulnerabilities would immediately signal to international syndicates that we were a high-value target.
I said that by maintaining the illusion of baseline incompetence, we achieve absolute digital camouflage.
I asked him if his boutique firm didn't understand the fundamental concept of psychological network warfare.
He started aggressively backpedaling and nervously closing terminal windows on his screen.
He said his scan was just a preliminary assessment and he didn't want to disrupt my advanced architecture.
I generously offered to sign off on his security audit if he classified our vulnerabilities as strategic perimeter decoys.
He rewrote his 40-page compliance report to praise our innovative approach to threat management.
The CEO called me into his office the next day to personally thank me for outsmarting the hackers.
I didn't tell him the firewall was unpatched because I forgot the admin password 6 years ago.
I haven't logged into the security console since the Obama administration.
I billed the company $400 for a catered lunch with Connor.
I spent the afternoon watching a documentary about deep-sea fishing while the company felt safer than ever.
True security is just aggressive confidence in the face of absolute negligence.
@thekevingeary@Austen I have a hunch that you and @StevenOjo1987 have a shared interest. what you both are building are very adjacent and impressive. https://t.co/DRDwVxmbXG