Being successful is very easy. Have it all, I say. Money, fame, whatever. Including the eternal love of the world and whatever your white ass still thinks is the “next best thing” after all that your wallet and your marriage and your police force can buy. Or yours.
But anyway.
Being successful is very easy. Very. Easy. And if you’ve been following me over the last few years or months, you’ll certainly have noticed that I’m no longer having success. Like for quite a while now. And while I cry and stamp my feet and take it out on everyone and everything and comb through the books in the library for a solution or a “how to get out,” the truth is, I’m the problem. In the sense that I’m not doing my job. I’m idly focusing on everything that’s ugly and bad and hard and impossible to fix and I’m yelling “WE ALL NEED TO WATCH THIS” and I’m at best becoming a good megaphone, turned on in a cave at the bottom of the sea and for no one.
How to be successful?
If you follow me, you know better than I have always that the way to be successful is to create a lot and always and constantly. A mess of output, a mess of input, a mess of signal, which in this way covers up a mess of noise. You can’t focus on removing blocks, they’ll asphalt you otherwise. Your only chance is to turn up the volume so much that the distractions are no longer heard. Not in the sense of how much public you have, mind you. You can even remain, say, a megaphone at the bottom of the sea. And yet, if you vibrate enough, they even feel you in Japan. Do you understand me.
And if you don’t, you stink. And that obviously bothers you, it gets you down, then you’re down and they run over you. And now you too are part of the useless noise, you too are an obstacle. Accidental, mind you, not that you really mean to bother, but you’re like rubbish, they roll over you, because you’re irrelevant. Not because you have offered something bad or useless necessarily, but because your offer is not “large” enough.
Look at the model from Tiger, or from Starbucks. If you are in any city in the world, including Bangkok, rest assured that a Starbucks will find it. How come? Because there are a lot of them, as they say (stress on the i), and that is, there are really many. A bang, here. And you don’t even see them all, the Starbucks. There are people in a hub somewhere in the world right now that you won’t even see. And they will never see yours. For example, I’m in the center of Prague now, and there are only a dozen within a couple of kilometres. Tiger is the same, infinite shops, infinite trinkets, it is obvious that sooner or later you end up noticing them.
Throw out and tear to pieces
Unfortunately, there is no truly “sustainable” solution to survival and financial success. If you want to eat, you have to eat. The logic is the same. Sustainability is still smart, but don’t screw yourself, use it as an efficiency tool. If you live really sustainably, you automatically earn it through karma (or entropy, if you understand Physics, which are the same thing to me), and then you then have a better product, a stronger offer. But at the end of the day it all translates into doing and doing and doing and doing and doing and doing more. And it must be consistent in terms of volumes. For this, stimulants help, of course, but never as much as the physical decision to “operate” on your reality some kind of massive intervention.
To say, when I wrote every day I had many views and I was good at writing. And those two things go together because my brain learns to write, people read me for breakfast in the morning, and I like to improve and they like the inspiration I provide, and it’s good business.
Now, I don’t write so much anymore because I focus on fascism, the financial system and verticalism and how money is always violence and how writing anything is useless because there’s no real truth to convey anyway, and as far as art there is always someone else who has made something, nowadays even computers. I focus on the fact that I am a content creator for the Internet, and the Internet learned to create itself a long time ago. But you see, I was wrong. The thing isn’t so much whether being a creator is useful or not, it’s the fact that I used to like it a long time ago, and then it got obsolete, and I stopped doing it. So I didn’t quit because I didn’t like it. And it’s true, it’s gotten awful, but in a way that’s not a plane I’m interested in being on anymore. I’m sending out energies, vibrations,
The thing isn’t that the Internet needs my articles, the thing is that I need to write them. I am Dylan but above all I emerge from my articles because in this society I am my work. And therefore, according to Marx this ends when the means of production are confiscated from me (the servers, which I do not own). But in my opinion this doesn’t really matter because I have sublimated the need for any form of capitalism or awareness of the same at the moment when, like a long time ago, my wrist no longer hurts and I can simply continue typing like a lunatic thinking, “this bullshit will take me to Japan”.
Problems are inevitable
Yesterday evening I looked at the photos of Japan from the camera. I felt like in a movie, in a video game (Inscription, did you play it?). I felt like the protagonist of my life. There was the video where I said “hello guys this is my language course”, the first resource I ever created, and I did it out of the extreme desperation of being in Warsaw with 50€ in total that I couldn’t not even pick up. And the next day’s flight to Bangkok, I wanted to ride it.
It is not a matter of exaggerating what is “right” or what “works”. It’s a matter of exaggerating doing, throwing out, telling, lecturing, moving. And it must all be done so that your limitations don’t stop you too much, for example if your wrist hurts you can’t write, so stop it and don’t hurt yourself. On the one hand it’s about letting go, on the other hand it’s about accepting that sucking is inevitable in the beginning. So we hold our noses and get to work. We don’t look at each other, ideally never. It is done, it is thrown out, it is checked that everything is more or less legible. You never enjoy anything, if not everything. And then, dearest, and then it’s another day. Another meal and another article.
I think problems are inevitable and not all of them can be solved. Indeed, the most important ones unfortunately, no. You get older, and you get lonely, and death is that feeling when you wake up in the morning that it’s just too loud and messy. It gets louder and louder, and everything else fades away. I don’t know what happens next, I’m not a corpse yet, but my point is this. As long as that noise hasn’t swallowed you yet, to say if you’re awake and eating and can read and understand these words is enough, then in my case what I do is throw out. Somehow. Or throw in. I know I am a point in space, a body or something, and I throw myself in and out and by virtue of that passage, of that exchange, I grow and I make myself grow. Try it too. So I learned Japanese,
When I tried to look, to understand, to move that point to the right place, to warm myself with the fire before putting the wood, well, it didn’t work. And mind you, nothing is wasted. But it doesn’t work like you have to understand all the English you hear before you listen to it or do Shadowing. I’m sorry, I too would like everyone to continue thinking that “if only we all understood this thing then it would be so very wonderful, so much look let me explain…”
And fuck you instead.
Life is raw
Life is raw, it scratches your face and literally swallows you, kills you, tears off all your limbs and hangs you to bleed on the Home Page. But then she regenerates you. And she invites you back inside, puts you in control of the mechanism to tear the others apart, and you see everything from behind, and you say “okay, we’ll regenerate them then”, and you turn on the lever. In this way, you become an asshole, a piece of poop as the most polite would say, but only from the outside, from where the tortured souls are and not yet blessed and purified.
Because from where you are, however, everything is obvious. And anyway in the end everything regenerates itself, ad infinitum. That’s why you envy me, because I was there and now I’m here. So don’t make a fuss, in fact, get even more violence, I’m sorry. And the meaning is this, which is also and above all for this reason, that we love her.
