THREAD MUSIC:
Hey, listen up for a sec.
You're hustling like life is on a timer, and i get it, self-improvement, the grind, the whole ‘better today than yesterday’ script. It's good to push, to want more, to make sure you're not stagnant.
But, you're stacking bricks so fucking fast that you forget to step back and look at the house you’re building. The problem is, you’re burning through your youth as if it’s some disposable phase instead of the one time in your life where mistakes don’t slap you as hard, where running barefoot through moments you won’t remember is the point.
Childhood isn't this launchpad for being the most optimized, grown-up version of you. It's that stupidly pure time where you laugh so hard your stomach hurts over shit that doesn’t even make sense. It's when you’re allowed to mess up without the weight of "fix yourself now or else" shadowing you. And if you're so busy micro-analyzing your every move, planning every breath like it’s a chess match, you’re just rushing the one time you get to be young, raw, and full of messy potential.
So, yeah, work on yourself, but don’t be so hard on who you are now. Take a beat. Live a little. Be okay with a few lazy afternoons and dumb adventures. Youu don’t want to look back one day and realize you sacrificed your childhood at the altar of perfection. Because once that time’s gone, it’s gone for good. And all that "constant improvement" shit? It means nothing if you didn’t live enough to know what you were even trying to improve in the first place.
You're hustling like life is on a timer, and i get it, self-improvement, the grind, the whole ‘better today than yesterday’ script. It's good to push, to want more, to make sure you're not stagnant.
But, you're stacking bricks so fucking fast that you forget to step back and look at the house you’re building. The problem is, you’re burning through your youth as if it’s some disposable phase instead of the one time in your life where mistakes don’t slap you as hard, where running barefoot through moments you won’t remember is the point.
Childhood isn't this launchpad for being the most optimized, grown-up version of you. It's that stupidly pure time where you laugh so hard your stomach hurts over shit that doesn’t even make sense. It's when you’re allowed to mess up without the weight of "fix yourself now or else" shadowing you. And if you're so busy micro-analyzing your every move, planning every breath like it’s a chess match, you’re just rushing the one time you get to be young, raw, and full of messy potential.
So, yeah, work on yourself, but don’t be so hard on who you are now. Take a beat. Live a little. Be okay with a few lazy afternoons and dumb adventures. Youu don’t want to look back one day and realize you sacrificed your childhood at the altar of perfection. Because once that time’s gone, it’s gone for good. And all that "constant improvement" shit? It means nothing if you didn’t live enough to know what you were even trying to improve in the first place.
- holy
