On May 29, 2024
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The cost of conformity

The threshold has been crossed that will define the next 12 months. 

To face towards the light, you must first face the depths of doubt, your shadows from the past and decimate all uncertainty. Bow only to those who can place judgement upon you. And that will not be who you think.
Strike the match. Light the flame. Dispel the darkness. A single word of truth can eradicate an eternity of lies. But would you believe? Even if the messiah you’re waiting for came, would you recognize him? What if he is already here? What if he’s been and gone? What if he is you?

Liberate your mind so that traps that have been laid don’t enslave you. Separate from what you know and even from who you know, if required. If in doubt, ask questions. If you don’t get clear and direct answers, you know they are lies. Utilize calculated thinking and apply logic. Word salads sound fancy, but they are evasive and manipulative.
It’s always easier to follow than to be the odd one out. But in an age built on growing a following, be an original, be a heretic. The cost of conformity is that everyone else likes you except for yourself.

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