Never try to lift up depressive people by preaching to them about the wonderfulness of life.
Instead, it is best to go along with their gloomy opinion of the world while subtly drawing them into positive experiences that can elevate their moods and energy without any direct appeal.
The most valuable thing anyone can steal from you is time. Money can be made. Power can be regained. Your voice can be reclaimed. But time never comes back.
A life stalled is a life being spent. Don’t let anyone steal the time you have to live.
Stop worrying about everyone elses steps and start watching your own. stop swallowing back the same venom you regurgitated. if you keep eating your own shit with a spoon, how can you pretend to offer anybody food. if you want to be the one who rips people out of their matrix then you need to start by slicing away your own bullshit every day, and the more time you spend fronting like you got it all worked out the easier it makes it for the devil to set up shop in your head and make you his megaphone. but whenever you speak from that burning core of truth buried under all your ego your words don't have to try to be strong, they just are. you weren't dumped into this circus to be a clown, you emerged from the same titanic force that's writing this whole story and it's on you to always remember that. quit gawking at everyone else's life and take a look at yours. stop digging around in the garbage dump of the outside world for the shit you already hid inside. wake up and accept the fact that you're one of the few who was handed an invitation to the game, and play the fucking game like nobody else will do it for you
🤦♀️ Jensen made a rookie mistake. He had a board.
In 2014, my board kicked me out for saying no to spies.
In 2026, Jensen’s board kicked him out for saying yes to one.
So the board gets you either way.
Founders: Don’t have a board.
Be the board 😏
This Jensen Huang thing is so ugly. Guy takes a company from zero to absolute pinnacle, through blood, sweat, and tears, a pure founder’s founder, great products, makes so many people rich beyond their imaginations, champions open free local AI, and then the incumbent modern managerial safetyist human instrumentality establishment collectively decides they want to rip it all away from him because they think they can “do better”.
Wake up before the sun and let the silence settle into your bones eat what you grew drink what you poured let your children watch you fumble let your children watch you get back up speak softly to your wife speak softly to your children speak softly to your own heart dig in the dirt at least once a week read alone pray alone eat together always when the day is done kill the lights when youre right hold your tongue when youre wrong hold it tighter give more than you promised promise less than you can carry dont visit the sick with words bring them food bury your dead with the honor they deserve name your children after heroes stay married stay married stay married and then hope and then hope and then hope
I was alone in the dark and i grew strong there. while everyone else around me was busy running from their own shadows i was sitting with mine learning its name, year after goddamn year, silently pulling out weeds, replanting what i didnt want with the stuff of my dreams. from the outside it sure looked like wasted days and wasted nights, while everyone else was busy distracting themselves with anything that would keep them from seeing what they really were, but they were all so afraid of the conversation i was having with no one but myself. of course they couldnt see it, but one day they looked up and i was standing somewhere they could only squint at, and they thought it must have been fucking magic, but it was really just me and that deep terrifying eternal dark inside of me sitting down and having a drink together, until finally one day we stood up and walked out into the sunlight
This is what it looks like when you give your whole life to one thing: In his 20s, Eiichiro Oda was so devoted to One Piece that he admitted he would have missed a parent’s funeral if it had clashed with his work. That intensity never left him. When a new editor joined, Oda greeted him with one instruction: be prepared to DIE FOR ONE PIECE. He expected everyone around him to bring the same commitment he demanded of himself. One of his editors said he might someday meet a writer more talented than Oda, but he doubted he would ever meet ANYONE WHO WORKED HARDER
nearly 30 years later, One Piece is still running and has passed 600 mio. copies worldwide, a Guinness World Record for the most copies of a comic series by a single author
The highest form of intelligence, I don't think is IQ, I don't think it's metacognition like people have been saying. I think the highest form of confidence is delusional optimism, because in my life, I have seen people that believe in themselves always find a way to bend the world to their will. You can't really beat the guy who thinks it's always going to work out. He has the most stubborn mindset in the best way possible. If you're delusionally optimistic, then in your head, you have no limitations, which means that they actually don't exist, because what you believe turns into reality. You don't change your identity and your actions follow, you change your actions and your identity follows.
Im about to turn everything up by a degree of magnitude, take this tiny spark of gratitude i feel for being alive and turn it into a blazing torch that will scorch the sky. every day from now on is going to be ten times more full of wonder than the day before it. im going to dig into every piece of this existence and find something to marvel at in it.
say this with me: I swear I will look forward to my life, even if it meant my death. no more sadness. no more pathos. all my misery had been up to this point self-imposed. no one was responsible but I. and now it is high time I drain it dry, weak, dead. I am the determiner of my destiny; the guardian of this terribly precious vehicle that is my body and mind. I will not allow for person, thought, memory, or stimulus to pierce through me. my shield is high and my spirit impenetrable. I am joy. I am joy. I am joy.
energy. energy. energy. the highest man among us has perfected the art of the instantaneous dive, the dive into the self by which one could retrieve goldmines of power, at will, on demand, anytime he so pleases, be it in the morning, at night, at the job, after a fight, after a break-up, mid-depression, mid-existential-crisis. I have never been more envious than of a man who is in sheer utter control of his chemistry. need power? I summon it. need to return to baseline? just say it. now that is a man deserving of his humanity, for humanity is a precious gift only a few have earned.