Men used to make vows. they promised to love someone until death and meant it. they named children after gods they hoped the child would live to honor. they stood at graves and swore revenge over sacred bread. at some point the vow died. we all decided quietly that meaning what you say was too much to ask
It is funny how dudes genuinely believe this from a conceptual POV
In reality people have no idea what you make, what your house or apartment looks like, or what you do. Even if you are pulling monstrous dollars, 99% of people aren't seeing your car/crib or are going to be able to discern what "i run a marketing agency" actually means. 99% can't discern anything anyway. So even if you have all 'the stuff' - basically nobody will see it, nobody cares, and it often has 'inverse effect' where people who you wouldn't care about liking you will like you - and everyone "real" that has capacity to discern character can see through it all anyway. Are you competent, are you reliable, are you trustworthy, do you have good energy, can you tolerate/handle truth, have you shedded delusions enough to see clearly, are you on your mission. That's the game.
All other stuff is completely fake. none of it is real. What's real is your character, your essence, how you manage your energy & yourself, who YOU are
If you're worried about WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU or WHAT THEY CARE ABOUT YOU HAVING, you are perma-cucked
game of 1
Anyone who reframes your intensity as negativity and advocates for “normalcy” is asserting mediocrity as superiority, and should be avoided. They do not appreciate you, do not understand you, and will drag you down - if you let them. Do not let them. Cut them off immediately.
for all you know, this could be your last summer.
as homer wrote, you will never be lovelier than you are right now. so tell her she has a pretty smile. get lean or become a unit. find wonder in boarding the airplane. drink more coffee than you need. walk on the beach until your feet hurt. write your girlfriend a note on a tuesday. waste money because its not all about retirement. pull over at the lookout. ask the uber driver about his life. tell the woman in the elevator you like her shoes and mean it. call your mother. ask the waiter his favorite thing on the menu and order that.
theres so much life in the slow moments, and you sprint past it chasing the next thing. but at any time, in any situation, you can find the good. smile. be happy. recognize it for a one of one life experience. what good is walking around a curmudgeon when tomorrow could be curtains.
for heavens sake, flirt with the world.
Above all, you must learn to become (and remain) flexible and adaptable.
As 19th Century Prussian military strategist Helmuth von Moltke so eloquently put it:
"No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy."
Put a different way, when asked his thoughts on the strategy of his opponents, Mike Tyson responded;
"Everyone has a plan... until I punch them in the mouth."
There is no such thing as a bad business plan on paper.
But shit happens. Life unfolds with its myriad of unexpected and unaccountable variables.
You WILL get hit. It's not a matter of if, but WHEN.
And when circumstance does strike, how are you going to respond?
The amateur falls in love with the plan.
The professional falls in love with the mission.
But the plan is just the first draft map drawn, not yet bloodied by reality. Reality has teeth. Markets shift. Technology develops. Wind changes direction.
Encountering change, and emerging victorious is less a matter of "having a plan", and more about having the internal resources and architecture to keep moving, and adjust on the fly when your plan gets murdered.
Musashi said,
"Fixation is the way to death; Fluidity is the way to life."
YOU MUST STAY ADAPTABLE.
NEVER FALL IN LOVE WITH THE PLAN.
BOB AND WEAVE. ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES.
Plan lovers are one variable change away from being paralysed. When rubber meets the road, and life doesn't match exactly how they spreadsheeted it.. they freeze, they panic, they quiver, cower, and give up.
Then they look for someone to blame...
Be it the weather, the economy, the jews, their childhood, their competitors, the algo, their genetics, their parents, the nature of the other gender, their ex, their "trauma", their timing, their lack of resources. Anything.
ANYTHING, except the ugly truth.
They CUCKED. They folded under pressure.
They threw in the towel.
All because, what they failed to realise is...
Much like a rocket, which does not fly to it's destination by being perfectly on course the entire time... but rather, through TINY and CONSTANT course-corrections, deviations, and adjustments. Over and over. Again and again. YOU MUST LEARN TO ADAPT ON THE FLY.
(No pun intended)
Success does not come from being right at the beginning. Success comes from correcting course at a rate faster than the environment can kill you.
Darwin echoed this in his final conclusion, determining the exact quality that allows organisms to survive, expand, flourish, and prosper:
"It is not the strongest, nor the smartest of the species that survives. It is the organism MOST ADAPTABLE TO CHANGE."
FALL IN LOVE WITH CORRECTING COURSE.
Rather than having the goal of creating a life where nothing hits you, instead, aspire to become the kind of person who can take the hit, absorb the feedback and alchemise the experience, becoming better/faster/stronger because of it.
Be bending, but never breaking.
Pivoting, but never abandoning the mission.
Condition yourself day by day to be fluid in method, and violently resolute in commitment.
Above all, you must learn to become (and remain) flexible and adaptable.
It is the only way to ensure your survival.
Namaste.
as i get older i realize the biggest epidemic is dudes with no real identity
if running gets cool they become runners. if tattoos get cool they cover themselves in tattoos. if being sober trends they become born again monks, mullet, coffee snob, golfer, carnivore, cowboy, whatever the algorithm tells them
whole personality built out of social contagion
thats why these dudes get smoked at everything. everyone can smell the fraud
no weight behind anything they do because none of it came from their soul. just trend hopping
be something real even if its ugly
IT BEGINS WITH VISION.
Get CRYSTAL CLEAR on EXACTLY the type of person you want to become. With the outcome in mind, reverse engineer what the daily steps to get there… looks like, and execute RUTHLESSLY with SINGLE MINDED FOCUS.
KEEP ALWAYS that extremely COMPELLING, EXCITING, BURNING, image of who you could be, front of mind. And bathe yourself in it daily.
Focus.
Focus is MOAT - one of the fastest ways to get ahead and separate yourself leagues above everyone else.
Micro focus and macro focus.
Micro = Most people cannot sit down and focus on one thing for 30 minutes uninterrupted. Most people’s brains are fried, and attention spans are cooked. Basic, simple, tasks are a challenge for them. No real gains are ever made as a result of sporadic effort. Genuine work ethic is getting rarer and rarer. Being able to concentrate your attention on one task to the exclusion of everything else is moat.
Macro = People waste so much time it’s crazy. They fill their life with bullshit. Their conversations centre around meaningless bullshit. “Killing time” is killing your life. Hardly anyone even knows what they want out of life, because they’ve never sat down and actually thought about it. This makes long term progress across what actually matters…. Impossible. It is imperative that you fixate on a long-term vision and channel your energy into getting closer to it every single day.
You need to get focused, and stay focused.
Stop wasting your time, energy, and attention on trivial, fleeting, meaningless bullshit.
SNAP OUT OF IT.
WAKE UP.
Can be in the deepest pit of hell or riding high on a hot streak. Worst thing you can do is check the scoreboard. Your bank account, your age, health bullshit.
Scoreboard is for the audience not the player. Can check after the game is over. Except irl the game is never over.
You have to walk around knowing you are that mf while also remembering that you are nobody who knows nothing. Highest levels of consciousness can simultaneously hold both.
Everyone comes into this world a pure soul, but not everyone gets to leave it that way.
You probably have someone who, when you were young - you used to be very close with. You maybe thought that you'd be inseparable, and that you'd conquer the world together.
You've possibly made plans and promises with this person, and they've made promises to you as well - with the hopeful and innocent naivety of children, only for you to later discover that time and the myth of maturation, brutally and magically, somehow absolved everyone of those dreams and aspirations completely.
You can even meet this person today on the street somewhere and you'll exchange a few formal greetings or compliments and that'll be that - nothing more.
But the truth is, and you know this to be true, in your heart of hearts - is that the spark they once held is gone.
It's almost like they're not even the same person.
They look the same, speak the same, but they don't feel the same. Something about them has fundamentally changed.
Somewhere, somehow - they lost that special thing, that spark that made them who they were, that made them stand out and handed to them the ability to dare to live life on their own terms.
At some point, they gave up on dreaming.
And when a person stops dreaming - they stop creating, and when a person stops creating, they also stop being created themselves.
They cease to exist in their highest, most authentic form and continue existing ruled and dominated by the principalities of insecurity and fear.
They are no longer acting upon the world but rather reacting to it, they are being acted upon by the world - and so their immediate environment reshapes them and their essence completely.
All those plans, promises, ideas and aspirations seem so foolish now - they'll tell you - how silly were we to dream about this or that thing, right?
But dreams are foolish only to the minds of those who have stopped believing in miracles altogether.
Now they are akin to worker ants, their lives a series of monotonous, repetitive, underwhelming choices and inconsequential career promotions that culminate to a similarly underwhelming death.
This world belongs to the dreamers because this world too, in and of itself, is a dream.
And as you read this now, if faces, voices, or past memories come back to you - if you feel a gentle tinge of sadness scratching at your heart, then rejoice - because your spirit is intact.
Your inner child is still there - and you must never abandon it, even when everyone else has.
Imagine the miracle that is the unlikely meeting of two young lovers, the purity of their first kiss - how powerful a thing that is - the dream of their shared unity against all odds, against the brutal truth of our decaying world.
Only a dream could carry that love through the years and decades, through hardship, tribulation, loss, inexperience and grief - and all the rest of the horrors of life.
Only the innocence of a dream could ever hope to be powerful enough to stand against its terrible weight and emerge victorious in the face of reality itself.
The truest of miracles.
You may disregard your dreams therefore, and only for a while - but you may never abandon them.