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You know, I’ve always believed that I outgrew phases since I got out of college. But it might seem that I just got back into another one.

I’m currently on a search for optimal human potential and peak athletic performance. Pretty much to seek perfection. Or in Disneyland terms, the best that I can be. You know, superhero shit. Like having Bruce Banner’s intellect with the Hulk’s physical attributes.

When did this start? Oh, I would say probably a month and half ago. This would’ve been better if I thought this back in high school, but better late than never I say, eh…

So what it does this mean? It means that I cut off the things that make me worse, and add on things that make me better. Common sense, right. But my spin on it is that I overload my life with more Ying and eliminating out all the Yang.

So what do I do? Take multivitamins, load up on fish oil, juice vegetables everyday, bathe in Himalayan sea salt, drink coconut water, etc. Pretty much start off by getting rid of my shit diet and start up on wholesome, organic food.

This means a complete 180 degree turn. Not “cut back” on my vices, but “cut them off completetly.” No more fast food, no more processed food, no more smoking, no more alcohol.

And I don’t stop there with just food intake, I’m eliminating anything that would prohibit me from reaching my potential. That includes negative energy. It sounds like some hippie bullshit nonsense, but I think this is a tangible thing for me. I don’t want to go into great detail about it but I do want to point one thing out: not being a sports fan.

I’m not talking about following sports, I’m talking about associating yourself with a team and following them around on TV. I would say I am a fan of the Yankees, Jets, and most of all, the Knicks. To a certain extent, I still am. But here’s my point, there is no point. There’s no point in following a team. You do either do one of two things: (1) You watch your team at home and lounge around for 3 hours; or (2) You go out to a bar to watch with your boys and spend money on gas and beer. Take the Knicks for example, if you watch 82 games a year; according to my calculator, that’s 246 hours you spend doing NOTHING. You’re glued to a fucking tube that neither stimulates nor educates you. Then, if you’re emotionally compromised and attached to a team, then you have a 50/50 chance of feeling happy or sad. It could make you feel better or ruin the rest of your day.

One thing that came up recently was that I was talking shit to one of my boys (who is a Lakers fan), and asked me “How many championships have you won lately?” He’s taking to me. Me. I’m 5 foot nothing and sometimes I get a cramp when I wake up. I don’t play in the NBA. And guess what, neither does he. It was a mute argument. And that’s what sports arguments are. They’re invalid. They’re pointless. People say “we won” when their team wins a game. Here’s my breakdown: You didn’t do shit. The coach didn’t call you to sub in the game. You didn’t sign a star athlete to a multi-million dollar deal. You didn’t hit that game winning shot. You did none of it.

So yeah, it’s bullshit. A team winning or losing shouldn’t affect me in my personal relationships with people. And it has. I think it’s negative. If I was a Cowboys, Eagles, or Jets fan (which I am), I shouldn’t be miserable if my team sucks. Neither should anybody. Neither should their kids. It’s bad for you, it will be bad for them. If you were a lifelong Mets fan, you went through a lifetime of agony. It’s not worth it and it’s unhealthy. So that’s where I am. I don’t follow a team anymore because of a likely probability I might get heartbroken. It doesn’t make any sense. Colin Cowherd said in his radio show “Love your life. Like your sports.” And he’s right. We shouldn’t be taking in things personally and we shouldn’t be affected by it as much.

This inhibits you from reaching your potential.

Those who want more will never understand the value of what they already have.

If you think about it, your favorite memories, the most important moments in your life… were you alone?

Life’s better with company.

Up in the Air
I made it.

I made it.

You will soon forget everything. Everything will soon forget you.
Marcus Aurelius

I’ll take one shot for my pain,

One drag for my sorrow.

Get messed up today,

I’ll be ok tomorrow.

I will do today what others won’t, so I can do tomorrow what others can’t…

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

"All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not."

"All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not."