The biggest stressor of your life is carrying the corpse of who you “have” to be and performing like he’s still alive.

They see something they lost, in me.

Something that died in them without ceremony.

Something they no longer believe can be recovered.

And now it’s in front of them—half-naked, sun struck, barefoot, smiling like a man who stopped asking permission to be alive.

Decide one time that it is going to be different forever.

You move forward by the intensity of your flame, not by the detail of your plan.

You’re boring because you forgot how to play.

You traded your spark for a flashlight.

Your summer for spreadsheets.

Your magic for morning meetings.

You sold your daydreams for deadlines, called it success,

and then thanked them for the leash.

Anyone who claims their writing works by a single osmosis of desperate consumption may be a good salesman but not much of a guide.

The brittle bones splinter under cracked facades.

Yet, they desperately urge the light to catch their best angle, while they crumble.

Like a man trying to upgrade his life by swapping shirts.

Don’t touch the shirt until the man inside is different.

Otherwise, you’re just polishing the mask.

Reality doesn’t respond to truth, but conviction.

You want the world’s applause?Easy.

Just betray yourself.

Just perform.

Just become what’s already acceptable.

The rhythm of life must oscillate.

The breath must expand and contract, the day must turn from light to dark. If not, havoc ensues—often subtly, but surely.

Just as all things become toxic without proper elimination, so does thought.

You can’t hold it in without rotting the mind and body.

Addictions wear many masks.

And substances are not the most pervasive form.

Convenience is not a gift. It is a leash.

Your beliefs create the odds.

One thought.

One doubt.

The slip of a single word —

and the whole vision collapses.

Your chances skyrocket or vanish

based on a solitary linchpin of belief.

The block isn’t always knowledge or precision.
It’s self-trust.

It’s the constant search for the ‘right’ answer from someone more credible. That leaking energy, that’s the difference.

My fire burns within. It feeds on what you suppress.

If you do not satiate the flames,

those emotions will rise like smoke and suffocate your soul.

Do not meditate on what belongs in the fire—everything does.

Pain.

Shame.

Fear.

All of it is fuel.

If you want a better world to come yet refuse to contribute a single resource or incur an ounce of its risk, then you are not a visionary — you are an obstacle to the very future you pretend to desire.

Disappointment,frustration, negative emotion is fuel. Use it as such.

You can give them a needle, a knife, and an axe and they still couldn't find a way to break skin and draw a single drop of blood.

Scientists are calling it

ChatGPT dependency.

Side effects:

You are boring, lacking creative energy, and inhibited…

The power you seek to be ______ or capable of ______ is made possible or improbable by your access to what’s yours.

It’s not possible to build trust in yourself by increasingly forgoing the self verification process.