sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.
You made it, you own it
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
The problem is that a large minority of these “adults” are choosing not to work or have a career, not to date, not to own many possessions and to not have a family. They want to earn the minimum amount possible to survive and then live life on the internet.
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I obviously can't speak to everybody who's in this situation, but when I decided to become a minimalist (way before it was cool, obviously), it was because I couldn't stand the thought of funding all of the immoral shit that go…
My oldest son once said the more one achieves and accumulates the more effort is spent finding places to store and secure it while upping one's percentage of time worrying about what life would be like without these valuables.
He also believed in these Adrian Rogers statements:
You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
• What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.