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. Nerve. Fire.
Whatever you call it—starting takes courage, not clarity.
Most people stay stuck at the starting line, waiting for the stars to align—
Spoiler: they never fucking do.
Winners aren’t the ones with the perfect plan.
They’re the ones who say, “Fuck it, I’ll figure it out on the way.”
You won’t know what the road feels like under your feet until you start walking it.
You won’t feel the gut check, the punch to the ego, the burn of reality—until you move.
Those hits are part of the deal. They’re not setbacks, they’re initiation.
So stop waiting.
Get off your comfy ass. Start messy. Start bold. But just fucking start.
