Guy I found on Reddit motivational
Time will expose you as a fraud.
Give it up. You're a charlatan. A fake. A phony.
You put on this mask to hide your inadequacies. You make everyone around think you're fine. But you're not fine. No, you're not fine at all.
You manage to make it through the day *just* by the skin of your teeth. Ok grades, ok friendships, ok life. You're hanging in there. But barely. You thank the heavens you've made it through another day. Your parents call you at the end of a week and ask how it went. You say "fine" or "good". But you know that's bullshit. This was the week you wanted to evaporate off of the face of the earth, like water on a skillet.
Part of your mask cracks when you see that beautiful girl you're scared to talk to and you put her on an unattainable pedestal while fantasizing about her fucking and sucking you to bliss. You want her SO badly. But you feel as if you don't deserve her. Because you know the truth deep down.
Part of your mask cracks when you see a provocative image. You break out in a cold sweat.
Part of your mask cracks when conversations come up about sex and relationships. For the sake of saving face, you fabricate up lie after lie after lie after lie.
You hide away in your corner and fix your mask in the dim light of the computer screen. The drugs keep you calm and you fight another day.
But time will slowly erode your mask and expose you as a giant fake. You will pay for all the crimes you committed and atone for all of your past sins. You will have nowhere to hide and you'll have to face the thing you've feared - the truth. It will stare you down like a ghost, with an unflinching steely gaze. It's a staring contest you cannot win.
I wore this mask for years. I played it cool. I was Mr. Perfect. I was "chill". I was complacent. Then time slowly started to slip by. My peers progressed. I stayed stagnant under the haze of marijuana smoke and high definition . I "got by" but I never pushed myself. Too uncomfortable. Why try and start a business. I'd fail anyway. Why read books. I'm smart enough. Why go after girls. It's too scary. I'd have to be vulnerable. I'd have to tell her I'm a virgin. No reason to. I can just smoke weed and masturbate. Who cares if all my friends have girlfriends. I can just listen to music, smoke weed, play video games, and coast...coast...coast.
Now, I'm paying the price. I am a virgin at 24 years old. I still live with my parents. I have a mediocre job. When someone asks me how I'm doing, I say "ok". I am doing ok. I'm not doing great. I'm a hollow and empty human being who failed to progress. I know I have to catch up. I am miles behind. Who knows when and even if I will reach a level of "normalcy".
My friends are out there traveling. They're moving to other cities. They're getting engaged. They're encountering the world. They're facing life head on. They're getting experience. And what am I doing? Paying for past sins.
It was a sin not to ask out that girl who asked you to work on a project. It was a sin to not punch that loser in the face for calling you a "". It was a sin to be fearful of other people's opinions. It was a sin for not getting into working out earlier. It was a sin to not say how you REALLY felt in certain moments. It was a sin not to start that business. It was a sin to not learn about personal development. It was a sin to lie in bed for hours until the middle of the afternoon when you did NOTHING to deserve it. You've never even had sex. You've just played spectator mode all your life. You didn't get "pussy" because you were a pussy. And you were surprised?!?!? C'mon man...
I think back on how much time I wasted and how I thought "everything would be alright", I become enraged. I would want to teleport back to the beginning of college. I would find my 17 year old self. He would probably be smoking weed in some person's room, arrogantly walking to class, or he might have been somewhere in a depressed slump. Either way, I would grab him by the collar, shake him, pierce him with a burning gaze and say "**wake up, you stupid bastard**".
Time has exposed me as a fraud and a phony. A spineless coward. Someone who would stand for nothing and fall for everything. Time has broken me down into pieces and realize that all of my actions have lead to this. All of my avoidance. All of my negativity. All of my dismissive nonchalance. The ball was thrown up in the air, now it's on the way down.
Now? Self-development 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. No breaks. I am compensating for all of my failures. All of my sins. I am reading all of the books I should have read YEARS ago.
You think you can run from time? Haha. You're a delusional moron. Wherever you are, time will mercilessly hunt you down and slaughter you. Time will slay you with a vengeance for all of your procrastination, all of your arrogance. Time will get the last say. It's like using a credit card. You can have as much fun as you want now... but when the creditors start calling your house... **it's time to pay up**.
As of right now, time has strangled me. But maybe I can turn the tide. That glimmer of hope... Maybe I can just... Just... That's why I have an urgency to massively improve myself. It's my last shot.
That's what YOU need to do. You need take that one step further that will make all the fucking difference. Start a business. Start a social circle. Start going out. Hitting on girls. Saying "f*ck it". Whatever you do, just START something, goddammit! It's better than hiding away in the shadows of regret wondering "what if". Stop taking shit from your boss on your 9-5 and other people who have shitty opinions and actually stand for something.
**EDIT:** I did not expect to get such an overwhelming response to this post. Looks like it resonated. I appreciate you all. I didn't expect to make this post. But I was feeling pretty blue when I woke up. I started to think back over the past couple of days, weeks, and then it got me thinking about the past couple of years. Then, I felt frustrated about how I stumbled and failed to obey the ultimate master: time. I just hope that I can actually make something out of the remaining years of my twenties and something brighter out of my future. I'm sorry I couldn't articulate these ideas in a less frustrated way but this is the best I could do it.
Time will expose you as a fraud.
Give it up. You're a charlatan. A fake. A phony.
You put on this mask to hide your inadequacies. You make everyone around think you're fine. But you're not fine. No, you're not fine at all.
You manage to make it through the day *just* by the skin of your teeth. Ok grades, ok friendships, ok life. You're hanging in there. But barely. You thank the heavens you've made it through another day. Your parents call you at the end of a week and ask how it went. You say "fine" or "good". But you know that's bullshit. This was the week you wanted to evaporate off of the face of the earth, like water on a skillet.
Part of your mask cracks when you see that beautiful girl you're scared to talk to and you put her on an unattainable pedestal while fantasizing about her fucking and sucking you to bliss. You want her SO badly. But you feel as if you don't deserve her. Because you know the truth deep down.
Part of your mask cracks when you see a provocative image. You break out in a cold sweat.
Part of your mask cracks when conversations come up about sex and relationships. For the sake of saving face, you fabricate up lie after lie after lie after lie.
You hide away in your corner and fix your mask in the dim light of the computer screen. The drugs keep you calm and you fight another day.
But time will slowly erode your mask and expose you as a giant fake. You will pay for all the crimes you committed and atone for all of your past sins. You will have nowhere to hide and you'll have to face the thing you've feared - the truth. It will stare you down like a ghost, with an unflinching steely gaze. It's a staring contest you cannot win.
I wore this mask for years. I played it cool. I was Mr. Perfect. I was "chill". I was complacent. Then time slowly started to slip by. My peers progressed. I stayed stagnant under the haze of marijuana smoke and high definition . I "got by" but I never pushed myself. Too uncomfortable. Why try and start a business. I'd fail anyway. Why read books. I'm smart enough. Why go after girls. It's too scary. I'd have to be vulnerable. I'd have to tell her I'm a virgin. No reason to. I can just smoke weed and masturbate. Who cares if all my friends have girlfriends. I can just listen to music, smoke weed, play video games, and coast...coast...coast.
Now, I'm paying the price. I am a virgin at 24 years old. I still live with my parents. I have a mediocre job. When someone asks me how I'm doing, I say "ok". I am doing ok. I'm not doing great. I'm a hollow and empty human being who failed to progress. I know I have to catch up. I am miles behind. Who knows when and even if I will reach a level of "normalcy".
My friends are out there traveling. They're moving to other cities. They're getting engaged. They're encountering the world. They're facing life head on. They're getting experience. And what am I doing? Paying for past sins.
It was a sin not to ask out that girl who asked you to work on a project. It was a sin to not punch that loser in the face for calling you a "". It was a sin to be fearful of other people's opinions. It was a sin for not getting into working out earlier. It was a sin to not say how you REALLY felt in certain moments. It was a sin not to start that business. It was a sin to not learn about personal development. It was a sin to lie in bed for hours until the middle of the afternoon when you did NOTHING to deserve it. You've never even had sex. You've just played spectator mode all your life. You didn't get "pussy" because you were a pussy. And you were surprised?!?!? C'mon man...
I think back on how much time I wasted and how I thought "everything would be alright", I become enraged. I would want to teleport back to the beginning of college. I would find my 17 year old self. He would probably be smoking weed in some person's room, arrogantly walking to class, or he might have been somewhere in a depressed slump. Either way, I would grab him by the collar, shake him, pierce him with a burning gaze and say "**wake up, you stupid bastard**".
Time has exposed me as a fraud and a phony. A spineless coward. Someone who would stand for nothing and fall for everything. Time has broken me down into pieces and realize that all of my actions have lead to this. All of my avoidance. All of my negativity. All of my dismissive nonchalance. The ball was thrown up in the air, now it's on the way down.
Now? Self-development 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. No breaks. I am compensating for all of my failures. All of my sins. I am reading all of the books I should have read YEARS ago.
You think you can run from time? Haha. You're a delusional moron. Wherever you are, time will mercilessly hunt you down and slaughter you. Time will slay you with a vengeance for all of your procrastination, all of your arrogance. Time will get the last say. It's like using a credit card. You can have as much fun as you want now... but when the creditors start calling your house... **it's time to pay up**.
As of right now, time has strangled me. But maybe I can turn the tide. That glimmer of hope... Maybe I can just... Just... That's why I have an urgency to massively improve myself. It's my last shot.
That's what YOU need to do. You need take that one step further that will make all the fucking difference. Start a business. Start a social circle. Start going out. Hitting on girls. Saying "f*ck it". Whatever you do, just START something, goddammit! It's better than hiding away in the shadows of regret wondering "what if". Stop taking shit from your boss on your 9-5 and other people who have shitty opinions and actually stand for something.
**EDIT:** I did not expect to get such an overwhelming response to this post. Looks like it resonated. I appreciate you all. I didn't expect to make this post. But I was feeling pretty blue when I woke up. I started to think back over the past couple of days, weeks, and then it got me thinking about the past couple of years. Then, I felt frustrated about how I stumbled and failed to obey the ultimate master: time. I just hope that I can actually make something out of the remaining years of my twenties and something brighter out of my future. I'm sorry I couldn't articulate these ideas in a less frustrated way but this is the best I could do it.
