Fuckism: You don’t need clarity to start. You need balls The “perfect time,” the “right mindset,” the “dream partner,” “once I grow up”…Yeah, all that bullshit you keep recycling in your head? It’s what’s holding you back while life passes you by. You don’t need a roadmap to take the first step.You need balls. Guts. […]
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Fuckism: Pressure makes diamonds or dust. Two choices. You’ll have plenty of time to be dust when you’re dead—so while you’re here, be the fucking diamond. Life doesn’t hand out greatness—it applies pressure. Real, relentless pressure. The kind that exposes your cracks or forges your strength. That pressure will either crumble you into dust, leaving
Fuckism: Growth feels like shit some days. That inner war? That’s you leaving the old you behind. Ever have one of those days where you just wanna say ‘fuck it’? Yeah, we all do. But here’s the thing—that feeling is part of the process. If this was easy, everyone would be at the top. That
Fuckism: If you don’t know your own bullshit, you’re just polishing a turd and calling it progress. Get real, or stay stuck in your own shit pile. We’ve all done it—going through the motions trying to ‘improve’ ourselves. The New Year’s workout plan you ditched by February, the last piece of cake you swore was
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No pain, no gain? Shut the fuck up. Pain without a plan is just suffering. Learn, adapt, and make the grind worth it. Pushing through pain is great—but knowing why there’s pain is even better. Enduring suffering just for the sake of it is outdated bullshit. Pain needs a purpose, a means to an end.
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