Step three, turn mortality into fuel. My friend's death wasn't just an event. It was a deadline stamped on my soul. Each incomplete page is an act of cowardice. A mockery of the time I still have.
Set a death clock. If I had 5 years left, what must I finish?
If I had 2?
Work like someone who […]
Set a death clock. If I had 5 years left, what must I finish?
If I had 2?
Work like someone who […]
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Step five: invoke the Younger Me. The broke kid with no credibility? He was closer to the abyss. And he was hungry.
Keep a […]
Declare my deadline publicly. Accountability makes it real.
Kill a major comfort. This week. No debate.
The Choice is advance or rot. Create or decay. Stay in Death Ground. It's where my best work is forged.