Whenever you are killing time, time is also killing you
Enjoy this thought poison that’s been with me for a long time:
WARNING: THOUGHT POISON
It’s a bitter truth that, in the end, your intentions don’t matter. Neither does your pain, your past, or the reasons behind what you did. No one cares about the context or the quiet wars you fought alone. All that remains is how others saw you. Their perception becomes your truth—your legacy—no matter how far it is from who you really were—or tried to be.
If you make yourself irreplaceable you can’t get promoted.
Everyone always has a plan until they get punched in the face.
Everything in moderation.
Work smarter, not harder.
Yay Disney cartoons!
It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness, that is life.
I find that this is particularly difficult for conservative, “pull yourself up from your bootstraps” types to understand. Some people think poor people, or those who have fallen into misfortune, were makers of their own tragedy. While it may sometimes be the case, I believe that more often than not, these people were just unlucky enough to born at the wrong place, at the wrong time, into the wrong family, neighbourhood, or country.
There are poor people inventing incredible things every day, but nobody around them has the power nor connections to make anything out of it. I watched a video of people who made a bike out of wood that could carry half a tonne, down an unpaved road at relatively high speeds, while metal bikes in developed countries have ratings for people under 150kg. But because those poor bike-makers were born where they were and had to toil in order to survive, day in and day out, there was never enough time for them for make their inventions a product to be produced and sold to the masses. Yet somewhere, there’s a conservative prick saying these people are lazy or aren’t smart.
