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I give people no shortage of ammunition against me if they want to hurt me. I do ridiculous shit with reckless abandon. And nobody ever tries to hurt me. Because I'm an alright guy. And you're alright too. Yes you. Whoever reads this, you're cool just the way you are, flaws and all. And once you realize that, you'll be able to live the way you want to with reckless abandon too, all while maintaining your responsibilities. Because you're pretty alright. But seriously, lose the hat. It looks ridiculous. Fuckface.

Am I tarnishing the inherent beauty of life with my own hubris? Undoubtedly! But that’s perfectly fine by me because like I said, the way I see the world is beautiful to me. And my favorite perspective is that of the beholder.

The worst part of knowing what people like, is knowing they'd hate it if they understood it.

The only action to be feared is inaction.

Entropy is the 2nd law of thermodynamics. Everything is becoming less and less organized over time. In fact it seems likely that the sensation of time is actually caused by entropy. The atomic clock (the one we set all other clocks in the world to) is calibrated by the vibrations of a cesium atom with a known rate of decay. Entropy. Is. Time. So it seems interesting to me that we as humans cannot create or destroy anything. It's another scientific law, the conservation of mass & energy. All we can ever do is organize matter and energy. But, if we can organize, can we counteract entropy? Can we stop time? Well, no. Not on the universal level, anyways. But in a way, we can stop time in little snapshots. We can use cameras organize lines and colors into pictures and see a moment in time. We can use our hands to paint what our eyes can see, and capture our vision and emotions on canvas for centuries. We can collect nutrients from food and turn it into energy to move our muscles in a dance. We can build a house. We can organize things in billions of different ways that make our lives better. In the end, entropy always wins. Pictures get lost or fade, paintings deteriorate, houses crumble, bodies die. But the ones that were organized with the most care are the ones that seem to last the longest.

The Teacher The Path of Some Resistance

Daydreaming is an important part of my daily routine. Letting my mind wander is essential for me, and I will never stop doing it. Which is why I can't afford to be cynical, or negative. If my fantasies were tainted by unpleasant expectations of reality, I would be left... I don't know how I would be left. I don't want to know.

I genuinely believe that someday each of us will wind up respectable and well off if we keep doing what we love. But even if we die poor and alone, I'm glad we tried.

I gotta stop worrying so much. Worrying means thinking, and I spend too much time thinking. I need less thought, more action. But how does one act without thought? How can you justify an action until you've assessed it from every perspective available? Can I really say what I mean on impulse and let the chips fall where they may? It might hurt me to try. But it wouldn't kill me. It wouldn't end me. I should try honesty on that level, just to see what happens. I might lose everything, but really, what's there to lose if it can't coexist with my true self?