There’s a spider the size of my hand living in the rafters of my bamboo hut.
People keep saying “it’s just a huntsman.”
But huntsman spiders don’t build webs… and I’ve never seen one with an abdomen the size of a golf ball.
This thing is bigger than any huntsman I’ve ever seen in the country.
I’m in the US right now and can’t get a clear photo because it’s too high up and I’m disabled.
So… what the hell is actually living above my bed?
be aggressively delusional about your future until it’s simply your present. the vision is yours and it’s supposed to look insane from the outside. stay so committed to it that reality has no choice but to adjust. believe so hard in what you’re building that the present starts bending toward it. and one day you’ll wake up and the thing everyone called impossible will just be your life. and they’ll ask how you did it. and you’ll tell them: you never stopped believing. you just started working like it was inevitable.