Nothing can keep me in bed.
I do not want to lay in bed
I do not want to do drugs
I do not want to fuck silly girls
I do not want to party
I want to feel alive
And I can only feel alive with purpose.
There are 2 different paths to becoming….one to be successful and one to be averagely successful. I feel like fuck everyday I think about the fact that we’ve been engineered to follow the latter and even self-actualize it.
People used to have personalities.
A break in work?
A group of people sitting in a room?
Enegry was created.
Now everybody pulls out their phone and stares into the machine.
Nobody talks.
Nobody creates energy.
Sterile world.
Humanity is over.
Emotion is the father of all error, chemicals in our brains that distract us…..impede progress. And the most destructive and ridiculous imbalance of all is that thing called love.
You restart a long cycle of doom whenever you decide to start earning from falsehood
The cycle goes from poor to rich back to poor over and over
Until you become truthful to yourself and pay your karmic dues by mastering something deeply to impact ppl that’s your liberation