Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. he who envies others does not obtain peace of mind

Do not overrate what you have received, nor envy others. he who envies others does not obtain peace of mind

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Your ability to maintain a growth mindset and view challenges as opportunities for growth propels you toward continuous improvement and success.

All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

I never took a day off in my twenties. Not one.

The ladder of success is never crowded at the top.

Your ability to maintain a growth mindset and view challenges as opportunities for growth propels you toward continuous improvement and success.

All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

I never took a day off in my twenties. Not one.

The ladder of success is never crowded at the top.