Opportunities pass you by left and right.
You wonder what your life would look like if you had acted sooner.
You regret so much of your life not lived.
You feel like a failure.
You wonder what your life would look like if you had acted sooner.
You regret so much of your life not lived.
You feel like a failure.
You feel like death is the only cure.
But you've had enough.
"Just be happy."
No friends.
No purpose.
Something needs to change.
But fear stops you in your tracks.
Perfectionism paralyzes you.
But longing for more and a disgust of your life tips you forward.
Besides school, staying home lying in bed was all you knew.
You want more.
The best part of your weekend is knowing you can go back to work on Monday.
So many directions.
But you've had enough.
You want to move, but you're stuck.
You know what you don't want in life.
You know what you don't want in life.
You have a vision of the life you do.
But you don't know where to start.
"Am I too old?"
"Is it too late?"
"Is it worth it?"
"Am I worth it?"
You wonder how you've made it this far.
You don't want to feel sad anymore.
You want a different life or no life at all...
"Is it too late?"
"Is it worth it?"
"Am I worth it?"
You wonder how you've made it this far.
You don't want to feel sad anymore.
You want a different life or no life at all...
"Just be happy."
You wonder why you were given this life.
You see everyone else moving ahead, but you're living each day on repeat.
"Why was I born?"
You see everyone else moving ahead, but you're living each day on repeat.
"Why was I born?"
You wish you never existed.
You don't know why your family says they're proud of you.
You haven't done anything with your life, just the same thing as everyone else.
School.
Then a job.
Is this it?
Is this life?
There's got to be more to life than this.
Is this life?
There's got to be more to life than this.
No friends.
No purpose.
Something needs to change.
But fear stops you in your tracks.
Perfectionism paralyzes you.
But longing for more and a disgust of your life tips you forward.
You graduated four months ago, and time has flown.
Your family tells you to have fun.
Your family tells you to have fun.
"Time's on your side."
You spent the last twelve years hiding in your bedroom.
The last decade of your life wasted on quick entertainment.
Lying in bed for hours every day, watching others have fun.
You never thought you could do what they do.
All you've done is witness other people's success.
"No one will like me."
"I have nothing to offer."
"I've already wasted so much of my life."
"I have nothing to offer."
"I've already wasted so much of my life."
You've always wanted more.
Besides school, staying home lying in bed was all you knew.
Now, staying home brings you more anxiety than leaving.
You want more.
The best part of your weekend is knowing you can go back to work on Monday.
You never thought you would like working.
You're new.
You're new.
But now work is becoming a routine.
What do you do?
Your entire life was following the script others wrote for you.
It's not a life.
It's a lie.
It's not a life.
It's a lie.
You didn't want to go to school but did it anyway to make others proud.
You did your time and got out.
Now you're out...
You did your time and got out.
Now you're out...
Out of money.
You grew up in a system that valued obedience, not success.
You don't have any goals.
"What do I even want?"
You don't have any goals.
"What do I even want?"
You begin searching for weekend jobs to fill your time.
You come across videos of people making tens of thousands of dollars each month online.
What is ecommerce?
Dropshipping?
Digital products?
Dropshipping?
Digital products?
Then you have an idea.
You pour every minute of free time into learning how they do it.
It becomes your new obsession.
You pour every minute of free time into learning how they do it.
It becomes your new obsession.
Everything else is a distraction.
You used to be comforted knowing that there was always cleaning to do to fill your weekends.
You used to be comforted knowing that there was always cleaning to do to fill your weekends.
Now you can't find enough time.
Work becomes a leech of your time.
But you need the money.
But you need the money.
You can't wait to get home.
You set the first goals of your life.
You have a shimmer of hope you could achieve something.
You used to love cooking, but now it's a chore.
Eating, a chore.
The entertaining videos you used to watch for hours every day no longer interest you.
You don't want to sleep.
You no longer scroll mindlessly.
You have a shimmer of hope you could achieve something.
You used to love cooking, but now it's a chore.
Eating, a chore.
The entertaining videos you used to watch for hours every day no longer interest you.
You don't want to sleep.
You no longer scroll mindlessly.
Everything you do pushes you towards creating your new life.
But you're still a beginner.
But you're still a beginner.
So many directions.
The information overwhelms you.
You want to give up before you've even done anything.
You're exhausted just by thinking.
"Where do I start?"
"I'm so late."
Do this? Or that?
You want to give up before you've even done anything.
You're exhausted just by thinking.
"Where do I start?"
"I'm so late."
Do this? Or that?
It's been two weeks.
You spent three days just thinking of your persona name.
The longer you think, the less confident you become.
You spent three days just thinking of your persona name.
The longer you think, the less confident you become.
Eventually, you convince yourself none of this will work.
But the curiosity and inspiration draw you back in.
You know you're here for the long-term.
But the curiosity and inspiration draw you back in.
You know you're here for the long-term.
You start tracking the hours you spend working on this new life.
You take a picture of your face every day to keep you accountable.
You keep showing up, even when you don't know everything.
You take a picture of your face every day to keep you accountable.
You keep showing up, even when you don't know everything.
This is your new life.
Stop thinking and start doing.
The perfect moment will never come.
The perfect moment will never come.
Act.
Start making a life worth living.
- Thoughtra
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