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.
Success isn’t mysterious. It’s mathematical. The more time you spend improving your craft, the higher your chances of having creative breakthroughs.
Success happens when you quit listening to the noise of the world and focus on what’s important to you. Success happens when you quit thinking reality is anything but what you want it to be.
There’s a large disconnect between the way we know we should behave and the way we actually behave. What gives?
You want to find the right path and make the right decisions when it comes to your future, but there’s the possibility that you’ll spend months or years pursuing something you that might not be worth your time and effort.