What does it even look like?
Paper over gold?
Freedom from bondage of all levels.
Mind over matter and mind over body.
Peace and comfort and distance from hostility.
Work that actually matters.
The enjoyment of it..
Understood companionship and the retained enjoyment of being alone.
Satisfaction.
All that John Galt shit..
Healthy and not foolish.
Here’s one, “valuing your time”.
Keeping a closed door to Spirits unwanted.
And if you perceive your own worth ..
He had a mind on him. He plunged it into a soup,but he did have a mind on him.
Traveling through the days is not a sacrifice.
Repeating the steps over and over is not a sacrifice..
Denial of goals and materials and idealistic fixations…
A campfire with water being fed to it..
Every day.
Sssssssss…
Smoke and hiss and watery eyes..
There might be a point when you stop daydreaming altogether, and that’s a Motherfucker of defeat..
That is a boot on a corpse..
And too bad..
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The chapter is 4 hours..and he’s only halfway through 🙄
