Hide your intelligence.
The higher the sense of self, both positive and negative, the harder it is to actually live a successful life.
The world owes me something.
Impostor syndrome is just a thing that I have. Like a birthmark. It only becomes a problem when you blow it out of proportion.
Blindly chasing a vague sense of success isn’t motivating enough. Until you find something worth doing, you won’t do anything.
It feels oddly good to believe the world sucks and continue to find evidence to support that claim. It lets you off the hook. It takes the blame off yourself and puts it onto the world.
Great writing is alchemy—you take bits of entertainment, mix in some education, and add a dash of inspiration in order to create remarkable work.