Despair as a baseline state for men is the closest thing you’ll ever find to godmode. Life becomes a colossal freeroll. You can freely swing at all the upside of life and if you miss absolutely nothing changes. Nada. You only become a man when all the pillars of your empire

Things should only be taken care of when they have to. Problems should only be taken care of very last minute. Second. And nothing sooner. Everything else is not genuine living. It’s turbo perma anxiety. Living in an imaginary world with imaginary dangers.

The hero’s journey is not from a free man to a slave to a free man. It’s from a slave to a free man and back to a slave. Final form of freedom is going back to slavery. Putting the ball and the chain on. Fusing back with the matrix. Final form of creativity is discipline. It’s

The best time to do things is what the socium would deem as the worst time. Text people at the wrong time, money moves in the worst season. We have torched through all psychology techniques. Everyone is numb. Only thing left is shock therapy.

Never in my life once seen anyone resolve their own problems. You literally wake up one day and theyre gone. Defog your eyelids and poof, stop smoking cigs, no longer depressed. Interfering in your own processes is the modern black plague. Everything has to run its course.

Only measure of your intelligence is the size of the fuckups you can endure. Nature didn’t bestow you all the clockspeed in your head so you go around trying to build bridges and solve math problems. Too many dudes think their brain is to hold onto. The opposite. It’s to shed.

Can bet your bottom penny every drunk or degenerate you see was once a starry-eyed overachiever dreamer with fire in his chest. Straight A’s, accolades, win championship types. It’s fate’s favorite prey to beat the life out of. Very slow. One disappointment at a time. Till they

Bullshit notion you can’t buy back time. Energy and matter never disappears. Longer you sit on the reservoir of energy and don’t deploy it the brighter the burn will be once you do. You will condense everything into the span of time you have left to make all the wait worthwhile.

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Levying strict constraints on yourself is #1 dumbest way to navigate life. Every path is maneuverable. Every situation workable. You can squeeze so much out of anything that your conditions effectively mean zero. Life offers infinite pulp.

one of the worst things about money is trying to buy what's not meant to purchased. Which is pretty much everything. There is no utility to money other than reducing the misery of not having it. Spending is overrated if we being real.

Only reason your voids don’t get filled is because you rush to fill them yourself. Half assed attempts of leaf masking the borehole with drugs and everything surrogate. When you dig the crater nature conspires to fill it. Nothing has gravitational pull like pain. Sit with it.

The essence of all forms of self sabotage have their roots in a deep terror of rejection & failure. So you screw yourself over before anything else can. Then if and when you do fail it pales in comparison to the pain you’re already in

Never seen two people who get along well make any success out of it. Seen business partners who hate each other flourish though. Fission energy. Try to push the atoms together they explode. The tension creates a constant faucet of energy. Lesson in there.

Holy fuck this place is gay af without me around. Even I miss me.