So a conversation with fellow RVFer brought back memories of a better time and clearer headspace. A few drinks and volumes of smoke later, I sit here with friends talking about the fragility of mankind and taking drunken stabs at the abyss.
What makes a man great? What makes him powerful beyond measure? The Super-motherfuckin-alphas that bestrode the Earth,the übermenschen who carved their names in history...were they mere byproducts of chance and circumstance, or is there a common bottomline somewhere? Alexander,Gandhi, Ogilvy, Schopenhauer, Einstein, Jordan...
Can you and I become as great as them, or are we consigned to a lesser existence?
Are we so short,fat,ugly,stupid,bald, luckless,and talentless that we will live a mediocre life, never rising above the hordes?
Do we fight and die for our rightful place in history, or do we become mute spectres taking solace in the comfort of our stations?
How do we become extraordinary?
There may be no single answer.
Just as we tailor the various tenets of game to suit our individual preferences, maybe we should find our own ways of becoming great.
One underlying characteristic that most, if not all, of the folks i admire, is discipline. Mountains of it.
We all possess certain amounts of self control, but are we total masters of our will and ego? Are we really doing everything imaginably possible to get to where we want to be?
It is so fucking easy to give up, to consign our goals to the future, to give in and masturbate to ideas and events and videos, to live vicariously through the eyes of others.
To quote a man I admire, "Are you willing to sacrifice who you are, to become who you want to be?"
Are you so sick of yourself and your excuses that you would rather hang yourself than continue your sheltered existence? Or would you rather carry on being reasonably happy, numbing the edge off of that pinprick of unease you get once in a while when you catch yourself introspecting and thinking about the future?
Inebriation has a way of silencing the noise in my life, so here are three things I intend to change right away.
1- Quit smoking, cold turkey - I have smoked close to 4500 pots of hookah in the past 5 years, every single day, come rain or shine. I stop doing that right here, right now.
2- Develop atleast 5 A+ contacts in the industry that I am working in.
3- Increase my income by 50% by February 15th, 2014.
This is not a motivational post. I really want to know what you think.
If tomorrow was the last day of your life, what is the ONE thing you wish you had achieved? What are you doing right now towards achieving it?
Vielen danke, Walderschmidt
What makes a man great? What makes him powerful beyond measure? The Super-motherfuckin-alphas that bestrode the Earth,the übermenschen who carved their names in history...were they mere byproducts of chance and circumstance, or is there a common bottomline somewhere? Alexander,Gandhi, Ogilvy, Schopenhauer, Einstein, Jordan...
Can you and I become as great as them, or are we consigned to a lesser existence?
Are we so short,fat,ugly,stupid,bald, luckless,and talentless that we will live a mediocre life, never rising above the hordes?
Do we fight and die for our rightful place in history, or do we become mute spectres taking solace in the comfort of our stations?
How do we become extraordinary?
There may be no single answer.
Just as we tailor the various tenets of game to suit our individual preferences, maybe we should find our own ways of becoming great.
One underlying characteristic that most, if not all, of the folks i admire, is discipline. Mountains of it.
We all possess certain amounts of self control, but are we total masters of our will and ego? Are we really doing everything imaginably possible to get to where we want to be?
It is so fucking easy to give up, to consign our goals to the future, to give in and masturbate to ideas and events and videos, to live vicariously through the eyes of others.
To quote a man I admire, "Are you willing to sacrifice who you are, to become who you want to be?"
Are you so sick of yourself and your excuses that you would rather hang yourself than continue your sheltered existence? Or would you rather carry on being reasonably happy, numbing the edge off of that pinprick of unease you get once in a while when you catch yourself introspecting and thinking about the future?
Inebriation has a way of silencing the noise in my life, so here are three things I intend to change right away.
1- Quit smoking, cold turkey - I have smoked close to 4500 pots of hookah in the past 5 years, every single day, come rain or shine. I stop doing that right here, right now.
2- Develop atleast 5 A+ contacts in the industry that I am working in.
3- Increase my income by 50% by February 15th, 2014.
This is not a motivational post. I really want to know what you think.
If tomorrow was the last day of your life, what is the ONE thing you wish you had achieved? What are you doing right now towards achieving it?
Vielen danke, Walderschmidt