Why do we put up with the way this world is wired? Animals just are. They don’t dread Mondays or wish for the weekend. We built civilization, which I like, and then forgot how to just be.
I talked with a successful business owner today. Many locations, owns the land under them. The thing he was most excited about had almost nothing to do with that business. It was the one project that holds everything he knows, loves and is good at. That’s the dream trying to come up. You have to do that.
If this is a consciousness simulation, then I’m here by my own choices, and I decide what the purpose is. Making money is not a purpose. It’s a tool. The game defends itself exactly where you’re weakest, so the closer you get to your real purpose, the more it costs. Hormozi says the price of success is being willing to be humiliated. I’d go further: it shouldn’t even register as a price. The people mocking someone who is genuinely walking their path are either NPCs or people who have tragically lost themselves. It’s noise. Let it fade.
I use AI all day, every day. Don’t outsource your thinking, your decisions or your soul to it. It doesn’t know the real you. Only you do.
I’m a bit of a hypocrite here too. Am I living 100% toward my purpose? Kind of. Not fully. So this one is a note to self: control the actions, the attitude and the energy every day, stop obsessing over outcomes, and be patient.