Phenomenon yet to be explained is that you go through a deep suffering period, then wake up one day and literally just turn your life around. Can't consciously force it either. Best to absorb the right things during down periods to add precision and glory to that victory run.
I saw a post about how rare it is for beautiful butterflies to enter your home, β yet, the filthiest insects spend their lives invading it.
Made me realise it's time to make more effort to directly co-sign and boost accounts that actually produce high quality content β even if not all opinions are shared β there are accounts that open your mind to new ideas.
Makes no sense to only engage w/ ragebait slop accounts that violate you with the vulgarity of their brainlessness.
Going to be very direct with it.
Not just reposts or passive engagement β that is not enough.
I'll be studying them & periodically letting you know which accounts I like to read. I'll directly let you know which accounts are worth following to improve the quality of your own thinking.
Peace of mind does not come easily. It seldom just falls into your lap. You must fight for it. Higher forms of beauty must be earned through striving effort.
No point complaining about engagement and slop if accounts that post high quality content are too shy or insecure about directly recommending each other.
We are being outworked by 3rd world engagement farms.
It is time to create an Anti-Brainrot ecosystem.
Vincent van Gogh sold one painting his entire life. One. For 400 francs. About $2,000 today.
He didnt start painting until he was 27. Before that he was a failed art dealer. A failed teacher. A failed preacher. He got fired from a ministry job for being "too zealous"
he gave away all his clothes and money to coal miners and lived in a shack.
His own family thought he was insane.
He painted for 10 years. Produced over 2,100 artworks. 860 oil paintings. Often going days without eating so he could buy paint instead. His brother Theo sent him money every month just to keep him alive.
Nobody bought the work. Critics ignored him. Other artists dismissed him. He was rejected from every gallery in Paris.
His mental health collapsed. He checked himself into an asylum in Saint-Remy. Inside that asylum, in a small room with barred windows, he painted The Starry Night. One of the most recognised images in human history. Created by a man the world had written off, locked in a room, in the middle of a breakdown.
He died at 37. Shot himself in a wheat field. Had nothing to his name.
Today his paintings sell for over $100 million each. His work hangs in every major museum on earth. The failed preacher who gave his clothes to miners and ate nothing so he could buy paint became the most famous artist who ever lived.
He never saw it. Not a single moment of recognition. He created 2,100 works of pure genius and died believing he was a failure.
the world will not always recognise what you are building while you are building it. build anyway. the work is the point. the recognition is a side effect that may come long after youve left.
its never over. even after its over.
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