For your listening pleasure as I proceed to rant:
Fuck the haters. Yeah, I said it. I’m not censoring myself either; I want to savor this one.
Fuck. The. Haters.
I know, I know; not very Zen, right? Well, Zen has nothing to do with it. I’m saying haters aren’t going to derail my infinite belief that we’re on the cusp of something big. I feel there are enough people starting to recognize the injustices of our global society and, whether or not they agree on the details, people are having public discussions/debates/arguments about very real issues.
The natives are restless.
So are the haters.
The haters say the world is what it is. The haters will tell you the world’s problems are too big. The haters will have you believe you should ignore how powerful you really are. Why bother actually trying to put our differences aside, right?
Oh yeah, some of them hate on optimism too.
But here’s the thing about haters: they’re fighting the same struggle as you and I. You may not see it, but most people struggle with just existing. They question decisions and have regrets. People have fears and doubts. These things get ingrained in a person and sometimes they forget there was a time when possibility was all they knew.
Before life turned them into haters.
I feel for the haters, but fuck’em nonetheless. I mean that in the nicest way possible.
NOTHING CHANGES IF YOU BELIEVE NOTHING WILL CHANGE.
Haters will never stop me from believing that. I know we all have greatness within us because I know I’m great. I didn’t always think I was great, but I definitely always believed I could be, despite naysayers along the way telling me otherwise. Now I know I was always great. Just like you’ve always been great. We all have.
So fuck the haters. Let them believe what they want. The rest of us can make the world a better place.
If you’re down to start a project that can affect social change, hit me up and I will do EVERYTHING I can to help make it happen. We can make it happen together. All of us. I have your back if you have mine. Imagine what we can accomplish if that idea spreads.
All you have to do is believe.
Kilotus, all day, err-day, son!