Now look here, so-and-such:
I'm not here to tell you how to live your life.
(Just kidding. I love a good reality-bending, existential-crisis inducing, overall fuck-storm of an opinionated smackdown as much as the next internet monstuh.)
But I am gonna take a moment to put myself in the position of your adoptive stardust godmama, and, in doing so, take it on as my whimsically assertive, know-it-all, bossery duty to inform you that 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. 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', babe? *say it in your best fuck-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 where your current routines have brought you?
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 from "the moment I done seen 'em," online purchases that miss the mark on personal fulfillment but hit the target 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 live it. All ya'll's who really want to live an authentic existence, but can't be bothered to break free of the comfort of your safe-ass 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, you're 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 could you 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 do.
Because hear me now and hear me LOUD: when you die and go to heaven/hell, or when you die and find out 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 the waste of your existence?
Don't make me slap a b*tch over this.
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.
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