There is no middle ground, let’s face it. We need to face reality as it is and not as we would like it to be. That’s the only way to keep the head up high and not lose your actual face. You don’t want to be faceless. Unless you’re The Faceless.
We can’t be like them. We can’t be with them. There’s too many brain changes that can no longer be undone. There are only two possibilities. Be below them or be above them. Yes, I know we’re all the same etc. Yes but not in this context.
I recently started using the elevator metaphore. Most people are on the 5th level or so. And they stay there more or less. They feel satiated there. I am fucking hungry. When I am on the 5th level I am so desperate for food, I go eat starbuck and then finish off at 711. Then I get disconnected and go lower. When I reach level 3 I am so hungry that food can no longer make me satiated. Then I need gambling, paid girls, cocaine and jagermeister. And maybe something from 711 on top of that. When I am on level 7, I am still hungry, just different type of hungry. I crave for 1kg of beetroot, 20 egg whites and 1 egg yolk (because of avidin). And some onions on top of that. Ketchup kicks in on the eighth level.
I don’t know where you are from. Location doesn’t matter. Be it Błaszki, Reykjavik, Melaka or San Clemente. Unless you’re happy driving your volkswagen passat, drinking two beers a day and watching game of thrones on your big fucking television, I wish you to become fully aware of your paradigm and mindfully go up and then go up a bit more. Fuck all these level 5 people.
But first, you have to get mad.
On my next casino visit I will win millions of ariary. I will also deadlift 200kg this year and have better abs than Testoviron. I will also bite necks of some antelopes.
This world teaches me to be who I am.
Also, Happy Valentine’s Day!