Everything you imagine is real.
Make the cut. Deep. A nick or a tickle won’t do. Get bloody. Cut off your own head if you can’t unfuck it because you and your thinking are the biggest barrier to your own progress.
Rules are made for people who aren’t willing to make up their own.
Western culture has things a little backwards right now. We think that if we had every comfort available to us, we’d be happy. We equate comfort with happiness. And now we’re so comfortable we’re miserable. There’s no struggle in our lives. No sense of adventure. We get in a car, we get in an elevator, it all comes easy. What I’ve found is that I’m never more alive than when I’m pushing and I’m in pain, and I’m struggling for high achievement, and in that struggle I think there’s a magic.
I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Become an alchemist. Transmute base metal into gold, suffering into consciousness, disaster into enlightenment.
Think Higher, Feel Deeper