Don’t compare yourself to Home Girl on Instagram. Or Home Boy on YouTube. Or Lil’ Homie on Snapchat. Trust me. They ain’t as happy, healthy, or successful as they look. I mean, that chick above? Probably has bad credit and eczema. Right?
But even if they were livin’ the dream? You’re not them. So like, name one way it’s helping you to gawk at their sh*t. (It’s okay. I’ll wait. No? Nothin’? Yeah… that’s what I thought.)
Millionaires, at some point – usually right before they have their big breakthrough – realize: “Holy sh*t, the game is me vs. me. No one else matters. I gotta ‘go monk’ here. Isolate myself. So I can think and learn and train and create. And wake up each day… a little bit better off than when I went to bed. That’s the game.”
And it’s impossible to win… if all you do is spend your days admiring people, making yourself feel like f*cking sh*t all the time.