This is as much of a post for myself as it is for you.

The world is polluted with noise. There are always a million things to focus on, a billion things that go down ever day, and hundreds of papers (some groundbreaking) each week. It’s impossible to keep up, your friends are always going to be doing something that you aren’t, and you’ll always find yourself behind on one dimension or another.

It’s polluted with news.
Most people are distracted by the flood of information, demands, and competition. After all, it’s pretty easy, isn’t it? There’s a new internship drop every other day and on almost every other week, a friend gets an amazing offer at some dream company… /

You are what you consume. So it corrupts your system really really easily.

The only things worth putting into your system are structurally transformative things.
These are things that can fundamentally alter how you think and perceive the world. These are things that should challenge you on every sense and level, stretch your abilities across every dimension, and when finished, make you open your eyes and reassess the world around you.

These are things that should awaken something deeply within your core. Where, even through the pain of discipline, you find something that brings you immense gritty pleasure. Some satisfaction, not in the end product, but in the work itself.

They should be the grinders on your blade. The wetter of your plants. The rays for your flowers. It must nourish you so fully to the point that it puts you in a deep trance in just its presence. Find this thing and do not compromise it. /

Protect it at all costs. For it is all that you have.

Victory isn’t for the dreamers. Nor for the doers.

It’s about what’s inside you.

Channel it.

[0] Here’s what I’m saying here. You should work on things that structurally improve you, not superficial things done for superficial reasons. When you get stuck in there, it’s hard to figure out what’s superficial and what’s not, but when you discover the core of yourself, you’ll realize how terribly miserable it is to be.

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