Tag: #overcomingself

Anytime someone decides to go after something ambitious, a big goal or to pursue some dream, the advice that usually follows is: network.

“It’s not what you know, but who you know.”

This instills in us that we need others… and that mighta been true, once upon a time ago.

But you have the internet… so you don’t need to connect with people, just wifi.

When I wanted to build shit, in my wasted early 20s– I always looked for a group to do it with. Either my friends or other professionals who shared my goals, and it always ended the same for me: misery.

They didn’t want to do it this weekend, they had their own ideas and versions of it, or meh– this doesn’t feel right, right now.

FUCKING LOSERS.

I’d get so pissed, I killed my own dreams not to share it with these pussyfooters.

Depending on others is the absolute best way to guarantee failure, wasted time, and resentment.

YOU DON’T NEED ANYONE OR ANYTHING.

Know that.

Embody it daily.

It’s liberating, and it’ll move you towards your goals faster because you’ll start to think, “how could I do this right now, HERE, where I am, solo-dolo?”

Fools are independent.

SO FOOL ON.

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How do your dental visits go?

Besides the cleaning, mine usually end with us kicking knowledge about psychedelics, culture, politics, how the worlds gone mad, where things are going, and why none of it matters anyway.

They got this new water jet too and it feels like a car wash for your mouth, if a car could feel pleasure.

Anyways, we’re sitting there kicking culture (her parents are immigrants like mine).

We get to talking about how language is a strange thing, and our understanding of it is so limited.

If you speak more than one tongue, you know this. There are some phrases that just can’t be translated, they lose their meaning upon crossing over instantly.

Culture provides context.

Which got me thinking, by living in a different country and submerging in that culture–by understanding, you now literally have a new sight– you can now SEE and UNDERSTAND something that was never there.

You unblinded yourself, to a degree.

This isn’t just true for foreign languages.

Anytime we’re able to put words to patterns and ideas, we start to see them more often (and understand what we’re seeing).

When I learned about different personality archetypes, I started to see that with every single individual I interacted with– where before, I didn’t see anything but boredom.. from their lack of conversation skills.

There’s no difference between language and thought.

Language is thought.

In fact, if we removed the word depression– you’d still feel off it you had it, but you couldn’t have it. Not really.

You can’t experience what you can’t understand.

Words provide understanding.

If you wanted to evolve yourself in any capacity, word-smithing around might help but journaling will for sure.

So when people want to filter language, they’re either naive or beyond EVIL and stupid because filtering language is filtering thought.

AND NOTHING GOOD comes from limiting the mind.

So, I’ll end with this.

PROTECT YOUR MIND AT ALL COSTS.

And if you’re one of those thought police, delete yourself idiot.

–FOOL

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Nothing liberates the mind like a good disguise, just ask Batman.

With face wear, we’re free from the limitation of our identities and even better, we’re free from consequences.

So you see a lot of people making internet personas, or playing characters– roles they created to help get over their fears and reach success.

Sasha Fierce pre-Beyonce, etc.

It’s a good start– after all mines no different. I’m writing disguised right now. You don’t know me, can’t see me, couldn’t recognize me at a store shopping for blueberries.

It’s the easiest way to get to know yourself.

See, I’m one of those people that think Bruce Wayne is the disguise– not Batman. He’s who he really is, when he’s FREE of himself.

Without the expectation of others, we’re left with our own self.

In that sense, the characters we create– the roles we play, are more of who we are than us just existing.

The lie you choose to believe says way more about you than the truths you deny. The lie is something you made– and make no mistake, there is such a thing as a good lie.

That’s what “fake it til you make it” means.

I don’t believe in delusion, but make-believe is different.

I think it’s impossible to choose a character or to invest something without your individuality manifested into it.

The most human thing we could ever do is play— and since we’re all a little worried about being judged, why not use a mask to bring yourself on stage.

Who knows what could happen?

–Fool

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Nothing says, “I make a difference” like someone saying “I make a difference” usually shouting it at passerby’s while holding up a sign and blocking traffic.

You’re a real go-getter.

Rowling hates transformer women and Elon is taking over twitter, absolutely despicable. I can’t think of a bigger problem… not even one.

Everybody has a cause but no one does anything, that about sum it up?

YOU DONT MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

YOU DONT MATTER.

YOU BARELY EXIST.

It’s true for us all, so there– at least theres some equality.

I don’t think we understand what really makes change. If we did, we wouldn’t be debating one another– on the street.

There’s only two categories here, the inside and the out.

The few and everyone else.

Quick self check to see where you land:

Does the world impact you?

Then you are everyone.

I’m not gonna sit here and pretend I’m educated or well-versed in anything going on, I’m not. In fact, most news reaches me via my sister’s texts. Another angry white girl liberal, who wants the world to be a better place.

But the world is the world.

That’s what I don’t think most people get.

This system isn’t ours, it never was– we play in it or we don’t. If you don’t, your choice. But theres no success in that, not material anyway.

Most the people who mascot your beliefs just do it to get their bag.

It’s cool if you wanna care and take on other peoples problems– but that is one shitty ass fucking life.

It’s all fucked.

It was that way before us, and will be after. And even being that way, the world somehow manages to never end and move along.

The universe balances itself, it doesn’t need you starseed 🙁

As for myself, I’m gonna play. The game was designed for players and it rewards them. Hate all you want, but if you’re not in the arena it ends all the same.

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Fools,

I’ve been there and done that.

I’ve jumped from thing to thing, tried to change the wrong things, got rid of the right things, cut good people out– kept the wrong ones in, and kept spinning.

Guess I’d rather spin than sit.

But I can tell you– they were all the right moves for me, because those ideas came from me. And that’s the formula to getting ahead.

A lot of you want answers: What’s next? What’s holding me back? Why don’t I know?

There is no formula, discipline, or “mindset.”

Those are just jerk-off ideas, which might have worked for someone else, and maybe it does work for you— but maybe it doesn’t.

If someone asked me to extrapolate my years of spinning and what actually led to my success, it’d be one word: Movement.

By trying things, quitting fast, leaving, changing– by doing—-

doing a bunch of shit, your DNA naturally picks the right path but sitting there, your mind will ROT and so will you.

If you’re stuck, move.

If you can’t move cities, change jobs.

If you can’t change jobs, join a club.

Can’t do that, start an online blog.

Do something.

Do anything.

That’s the only secret— everything else is fairy dust.

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Life really is the hero’s journey.

And mine went something like this:

Starting at about 6/7 years old– contemplating why I’m here? What I’m born for? What’s my purpose?

As deep as that sounds for a wee lad to ponder, it wasn’t existential. I just wanted something to commit to.

I couldn’t get it out of my head. In fact, I obsessed with my purpose so much that everyday life was uninteresting and seemed like a waste of time.

That’s where it went bad.

Each year, I’d half ass everything.

Friends, crushes, school, hobbies– you name it.

I’d barely involve myself with others, I’d give everything minimal effort, and even when I was having fun– I was really only ever thinking about one thing: MY PURPOSE.

Why was I born?

This lasted all the way til High School, and then I realized something.

I’ve led a shitty fucking life.

I could have been living it up this whole time, but instead was sucked up in bullshit obsession. Maybe your dreams come true and maybe they don’t– knowing that, I’d rather play and have a helluva time while I’m here.

Funny enough,

When I left it– I found it.

That year was my “Fuck it” year. I decided to be who I admired instead of chase what I desired.

I played.

Rather than being a background character, I was loud. I threw myself at the center of it all. I went for it.

What followed? I became the guy. The popular kid everyone loved, and since I wasn’t trying to be anything– I was just me, I started to get waaaaaay more juice out of life. And through this attitude– I came across the thing that fueled me.

And then?

…I left it like a dumbass fucking loser.

Yup. Why?

My head grew too big and I thought I was the chosen one… dangerous waters.

Years passed by and during this time I chased everything not me. I thought I could do it all, and as a result did nothing.

After taking the L from the universe, I returned to my origins.

I moved backwards.

I did this TWICE.

Left, moved cities, chased bullshit and then came back.

It led to a spotty employment history, a negative net worth, and depression– from not living as who you are.

BUT IT WAS THE BEST THING FOR ME.

Because of my flaking and flip-flopping, I humbly made my way back. I started at the bottom. I focused on what I could do, where I was.

I wrote.

That single action led to more opportunities.

I took a job from that published work.

That job, against the odds, led me to the thing that sparked my fire in the first place.

Now I’m here– doing what I’m made to do. I’m answering my call. And my advice for you is this:

It never changed, you just had to refind yourself.

Success isn’t something you get, it’s who you are. It’s living as you.

Life comes FROM you, not for you.

#Foolon

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I’m at this life phase where there isn’t much to complain about.

Nothing is bad, but it’s not awesome either. It’s just meh. And I know “meh” is a privilege. If I stayed this course, kept improving on my craft– I’d be a success without a doubt (by my standards too).

Thing is… I’m painfully bored.

I want more action but keep wavering.

Do you have this?

You find an activity that feeds you, it lights your soul on fire, every single time you do it– it gives you enough energy to bypass human needs like sleep and food…

…BUT you only DO this activity when it’s gifted to you.

When it’s your free time on the line— for some reason, you have no urge to do it at all?

It’s like the thing is only fun receiving but not making.

Take for example– those types of people who move to Hollywood hoping to be stars, having never studied the craft or taken any classes for anything…

… they only want to get it (be discovered, put in someones movie, given fame and money).

They have no desire to make it.

AND I don’t see this talked about in the goal-setting tribes of self-improvement.

We talk about chasing what you like, when you should be chasing what you can DO.

There are desires you wish for and desires you build. Those aren’t always the same. In fact, I think for a lot of people they’re different.

I like Directing videos as a W-2, but in my free time… why don’t I enjoy it? Why doesn’t it feed me when it’s all me?

Laziness– that’d be an easy write-off.

I think the setting changes the activity.

Taking a look at my scenario, the part I love about it is the people. The studio is already setup for me, I just bring the script and tell them what to do. Theres already a cameraman and actors… but if that was all on me to set up and build… well, never mind.

No longer care for it as much.

Here’s my point: Love your gifts. Love your opportunities. But what you BUILD has to work for you. If you end up not practicing your “love” on weekends, that isn’t the thing to build.

It’s just a romantic getaway.

Instead of trying to recreate that in your free time, build what you can to build a better life. Maybe that’s a humble blog (thanks for reading 😉 ) or maybe it’s a sidehustle.

Point is, gift-taking is not the same as making.

#FOOLFWD

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Ever see one of those episodes of one of those shows– the one where some neurotic-house- dwelling individual, organizes all of their snacks into compartments?

We’re talking about emptying chip bags into jars, skittles into containers, containers into departments.

They WANT to do this too– visit their house and it’s the first thing to be showed-off.

People do this, with people.

Our minds like to organize people into categories– it’s our way of making sense of the world. Which, whatever– it’s relatively harmless.

Where most of you err, is you believe the containers someone puts you in and that’s a no-no.

It’s flat-earth dangerous.

If you run at a faster caliber than others, and people are telling you that– you might be tempted to take their slow-brain advice.

Around a bunch of accountants- I have adhd, but around some creatives I’m an ENTP.

Everyone you meet today is a psychologist. Like my father used to say (University of Dupe… I’m Serbian).

Anyways, assuming you’re functioning fine and just built a little different, you should ONLY ever follow yourself.

It sounds obvious, but you most likely don’t.

Here is the problem with self-improvement: How much of you can you change?

In my experience—

Not much.

It’s pointless and depressing to try.

Sure, work on your weaknesses– but double, triple, quad on those strength’s.

Stop letting others define you. Be who you are, follow your interests, and life just becomes awesome.

All these sides fighting for space in your head, “be alpha” “Be soft” “Be stupid” “Be smart”

FUCK them all.

Be YOU.

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