savage life

I now see that a person’s success in life, along with their health and emotional contentment, is really decided by how open we chose to be. If we are willing to give more of ourselves to the people and world around us.

If when ideas are asked for, we are the first to raise our hand. If when the one we lust after is newly met, we grab her with no worries. If when an opportunity exists, we snatch it without sympathy for the competition.

No apologies.

The successful do not hold themselves back. Vain arrogant assholes they may ‘sometimes’ be. But they do not hold themselves back or overly care what you think.

The real difference between an introvert and an extrovert is that the latter simply gives much less of a fuck.

Their desires are not hidden behind steel walls, but are instead released in a Twitter-like stream of real time consciousness. Their mouths are synced to their brain at a ratio of 1:1 or near enough.

They are lions roaring over their pride, expecting the first cut of a hunt through brute force.

I no longer choose to be a watcher, hiding my genius behind cracked walls of steel I put up with the help of others years ago. I’m a fucking Lion and I want my damn cut.

Discovering who u once were. Before the system sunk its claws into u. Is a pleasure.

The opposite of prolific is rare. You are a diamond on the killing fields. I am life on mars.