genuinely fuck whoever came up w the dumbass idea to replace THE DICTIONARY BUILT INTO GOOGLE with the ai overview's definitions i hope everything in their life fucking sucks
ethan hawke said something i haven’t stopped thinking about — we usually move past art like we have no need for it, until loss enters our life and suddenly nothing ordinary can hold what we’re feeling
writing will genuinely change your life more than motivation ever will. not in some cringe “manifest your dream life” way. i mean in a very real, practical way. most people never actually stop long enough to understand what’s going on inside their own head. they just react to life all day. scroll when they feel uncomfortable. distract themselves when things get quiet. jump from one dopamine hit to the next. but writing forces you to slow down for a second and actually look at your thoughts instead of running from them. and the weird part is you usually don’t even realize what you truly think until you start writing it down.
writing doesn’t just record your thoughts it creates them. ideas start flowing that you didn’t even know were there. patterns start showing up. emotions start making sense. problems become easier to solve because they’re no longer this giant fog floating around in your head. writing organizes your mind. every high performer, every sharp thinker, every person who just gets it, they all write. It keeps showing up as the common thread. not the expensive stuff. not the complex stuff. Just pen and paper. they write because feelings are vague but words are precise. every time they sit down and search for the exact word to describe what’s inside them, they become a sharper, more powerful communicator.
“people follow the person who can say what they mean and mean what they say. writing every day is how you build that muscle until it becomes second nature.”
over time, all that accumulated writing becomes a resource you can draw from forever. the more you write, the more material you have to solve problems, connect dots and think bigger.
the better you get at putting thoughts into words, the better you get at communicating in general. and honestly, communication controls a huge part of your life. like relationships, opportunities, business, confidence, influence, all of it comes down to how clearly you can express yourself. and no, you don’t need to be some amazing writer either. your grammar doesn’t need to be perfect. nobody cares. half the benefit comes from simply getting thoughts out of your head and onto paper.
some of the best writing advice i’ve ever heard was:
“write badly. just write.”
because the moment you stop trying to sound smart or perfect, your real thoughts finally start coming out.
even 30 minutes a day changes something in you. you become calmer because your mind isn’t carrying around a thousand unprocessed thoughts anymore. you become more self aware because you start noticing your own habits and emotional patterns. you become more articulate because you’re practicing turning feelings into language every single day.
if you write every day, your future self gets to sit down and read exactly how far you’ve come. i think that’s more valuable than any photo album.
who knows maybe one day all that writing becomes a book, a course, something you give your children. at the very least, it becomes proof that you were here, that you grew, that you tried.
that’s one of the coolest parts about it. writing lets you watch yourself evolve with time.
seriously. start writing. doesn’t matter if it’s in a notebook, your notes app, twitter wherever. just sit, think about your thoughts and write.
just sit down for 30 minutes and let your mind speak for once. and watch yourself becoming unstoppable.
I’m sorry but watching @espn and @SportsCenter cover the WWE like it’s a real sport has to be rock bottom for the network. How embarrassing. WTAF?!?
They used to be the Mecca of sports reporting and analysis. Now they are a joke.
I’m at a loss for words. Just heartbreaking…I’ve known GA since he was 18 when he showed up at Rookie ball in Mesa, AZ. We called him ‘Cadillac’ because everything he did was smooth & easy. He was a big leaguer from day one until his untimely passing. Rest easy, brother! 🙏🏽