Dear Diary: this is the sh*t I’ve been thinking about....[and <imma> share it with ya’ll.]
There is no secret formula to success. In life you can make your own rules. In life you will play with people who do not like your rules. Fuck them. They really don't matter. It's the people who support your fucks. But sometimes
it's fuck them too. There can't be a formula. There are way too many possibilities out there. It's just way more life to be lived.
Conventional wisdom says there is a formula. Convincing you that there are tried ways that guarantee to success. The tools are absolutely there, you have them. They are fucking there for you to use. Does it matter how you use them? Not really. You're doing shit for the experience not for fucking applause and [ee gads]. If you fuck up, fuck it. If you blow [and/or glow up] up, fuck it. There is something to gain out of every experience. Follow your own experience, your own advice. Fuck the people who are not on your wave. It's more productive to not give a fuck about it, than you stop yourself from being you. It's way better to discomfort many than to not be real with you. The funny thing about being yourself is you will attract the greatest things and everything you need.
When you stop apologizing for not being "politically correct, conventional, trusted & tried". Because you forge your own shit if you constantly follow in the "tried and true" steps of life, you fucking deprive everyone from hearing a great fucking story. Depriving everyone of learning from your experience. [That’s fucking selfish. It’s your choice though] You just fuck it off because you're worried about the sensitivity from others. Or worse you're worried about the “back-lash”. You're worried about what "they" may say about what "you" did. So fucking what. Don't care anymore. Just be you, stop apologizing. Stop reading advice columns. Read blogs about people's experience for advice. Hear their stories, live your story.
If you're a murderer, fucking murder dude. Live in the consequences of that shit and be the best murderer ever. Like be who you are. FUCK it. How do other people know about your life path? How can "they" tell you what's right or wrong? How the fuck do they know there is such a thing as "karma"? They don't know for sure. Everyone has fucking hunches. They are guessing too! So live in your hunch. Fuck it. You have the hunch that there are literally mole people? Fucking seek it out until you found your answer.How dare you ask for any more permission to be you from people who are not you?
{** I observe the right to still judge you if you’re a murderer. But I’m totally cool with you being the best you can be. I support that truth you live in. But still reserve the right to think it is wrong to kill people because I haven’t live your life. Not that you have to give a fuck. Which is the point of this essay. [see i’m cool, for any murderers reading...we cool?]}
Fuck it, live in your reality or illusion. Who fucking cares. Just be the best you.
Be you. Don't be a fucking copy. Don't be a follower. You are good enough to beat to your own drum. Fuck examples, models. Live in your own example. Be yourself, love yourself. Stop regretting shit. Stop apologizing for shit.
Stop giving a fuck. Be the you, that you want to be. Because no one truly knows what’s wrong or right, they just have opinions[ and/or theories, conspiracies, notions, ideas, feelings, etc.]