Every self-respecting man reaches a point in his life where he grows so disgusted by his own unfulfilled potential.
He realizes his stress is not a byproduct of the work, but the work he failed to do. The sleep lost was not from the risk taken, but the opportunity he bypassed. The anxiety was not at all pathological, but a divine signal of what he was capable of all along.
The problem is as timeless as the antidote: It is the discomfort. It is the boredom. It is the immunity to uncertainty.
It is the work.
Modern life offers you an anaesthetic for every unused part of you, overeating for unlived desire, scrolling for unspent attention, entertainment for abandoned imagination. The cure is actual beauty, obsession, difficult little projects and becoming (almost) impossible to pacify.
Major cheat code for life: The ability to recognize things that don’t matter. The world will pressure you to care about every single thing. To chase every problem. To take every slight personally. To have opinions on everything. Reject that trend. Focus on a few, ignore the rest.
You have no idea just how short your life is.
Especially if you're below 30 years of age.
You just really have no clue. You think you do, but you don't.
If you did - you'd be humbler, kinder, more determined, helpful, forgiving, honest, and stand on business a lot more.
Life is too short for anything but greatness.
Too short for anything but authenticity.
Too short for anything but love.
When you live your life like a dream, you realize that it actually is one.