The only principle I find myself sticking to as I get older is this:
I don’t care.
Sounds lazy, but no conspiracy theory could be a bigger lie.
Caring is suffering, and suffering is stupid. Life is what it is and the things that happen, they just do.
Then come along all these pretentious, entitled, ultra serious, posers who think getting offended and taking a stand (figuratively, as they’re almost always out of shape) will make a difference… that–that will make change?
Buncha zeros added still equals zero.
Back to not caring.
It’s liberating.
Think about the business you didn’t start, the person you didn’t ask out, the opportunity you didn’t take— trace em’ all back and you’ll find a silver lining, and not the stress strand on your head.
They all go back to caring.
You care what others think, what they’ll say, what might happen, how it’ll look.
We all start like this, it’s biology, it’s our inherited tribalism group-orientation.
But to do anything, you have to STOP caring.
Otherwise the crowd will consume you.
We post our best selves online, share only the highlight reels, hide and suppress our insecurities and live as poster child— fake versions of our fake images. Everyone does it, and so, ironically, no one gets what they want:
To be noticed.
Well, Idgaf anymore.
There’s the life I want to live and then theres the fake distractions competing for my time and energy.
Well, I’ve only grown happier since letting go.
So, who cares– I don’t.
I just want to make what I want to make and live how I want to live.
Everything else, not my problem.
–FOOL
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