I'm not here to tell you how to live your life.
(I mean...I do love a good reality-bending, existential-crisis inducing, overall sh*t-storm of an opinionated smackdown as much as the next internet monstuh....)
But I am gonna take a moment to put on my stardust godmother cowgirl boots and give you a right healthy kick to the butt: it's time for you to get TF over yourself and glow all the way up already.
Fuck the free world and all its' needs, it's not about all them.
YOU need YOU to shine brighter than all the parallel universe Beyonce's combined into one mega-Yonce, more than anyone else out there parading the narrative that "the world needs you"!
It doesn't.
The world is doing just fine without you.
BUT...how you doin'?
*say it in your best f*ck-boy Joey voice or it doesn't count*
Are you happy?
Are you safe?
Are you stable?
Mentally, physically, spiritually, financially?
If you could flash forward 50 years from now, would you be stoked on what you've chosen to do with your existence?
OR...
Are you grinding away at life like a misguided Leatherface, hacking away at "dreams" that taste like the soggy face of someone else?
Does most of your satisfaction come from the delivery of pointless, albeit absolutely must-have, online purchases that miss the mark on personal fulfillment but hit the bullseye on creature comforts?
Listen close and listen good, uninspired one:
Stop.
Resting.
Your.
Existence.
On.
The.
Next.
Lifetime.
That's right, I'm calling out all you daydreaming zombie workers who dream of a better life, but only when they're retired and too crumbly to fully live it. All ya'll who really want to live an authentic existence, but can't be bothered to break free from the comfort of your safe-a** end zone.
Babe. You can't score if you don't leave your side of the field, ya feel me?
And I ask you to question why.
WHY are you choosing to hold that snooze button down on your visions, your potential, YOUR TRUTHS, when you KNOW, without a doubt, that you have no idea what comes next when your clock runs out...
You see, people don't want to talk about it, but the 9-to-5 grind convinces you that if you work a certain way for a certain amount of years, you'll get the payout that made it all worth it in the end.
And that may be true on a financial level. But is it also true on a mental, physical, spiritual level?
Because if not, then you gotta wonder what you could have built or done or experienced in those years INSTEAD if you had chosen to follow your dreams.
The world doesn't need you to step into your power.
You need you to.
Because hear me now and hear me LOUD: when you die and go to heaven/hell, or when you die and find out that this is all a simulated video game, or when you die and everything goes dark and nothing happens next...whatever your death perspective is...when it happens, will having lived a life lackluster been worth it when you could've experienced so much more?
It's time to get over your schtick and glow TF up.
In whatever way that looks like for you.
Maybe you'll become a sloth trainer in Costa Rica.
Maybe you'll go full ASMR mukbang and devour half the planet like a rogue pokemon.
Maybe you'll disappear into the woods and never be seen again like that Sasquatch *ahem, the Brawny-man lumberjack ahh thank you* in Colorado everyone won't leave TF alone.
Whatever you decide to do, at least you'll be doing YOU.
Not wearing someone else's dreams like a gatdamned leather ski mask.
When you're ready to treat your purpose, your passions, your dreams with respect, the Rat Race Rebel Academy will be waiting for you.
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