The Sweaty Delusion of Hamster Wheeling
Listen up, hustle pornstars! Before you toot about your 25/8 work weeks, let's get real - mindless grind is as useful as a $500 juicer for your pet rock.
You can spelunk the depths of student debt, chasing a degree worth less than Schrute Bucks once the machine overlords take over. Or spend a decade locked in a cubicle maze, ascending that mythical "corporate ladder" which was actually just a gerbil stairmaster to middle-management purgatory.
Then you window-lickers come crying about pathetic paychecks and sadistically limited vacation sips from the entropy trough. Boo-hoo, you zoomers! Why should the universe reward your performance hamster antics if you're not contributing anything that upgrades reality?
See, money is just rap lyrics for value, fam. And value gets measured by one thing - how thirsty the market is for whatever dope problem-slaying solutions you're slinging. The more you level up people's lives, the fatter those Oprah value bucks.
If you're chronically Broke-Tron 3000, instead of blaming the skrilla cartel, do some spidey-sense realness checking on what actual value you're web-slinging. Because here's a bitter truthbomb: How intensely you zoned into the hamster loop is irrelevant. Results, impact and unique problem-nuking are what make it rain hundos. Word to bigbird.
Like, say I spent a year birthing the next Lord of The Rings manuscript from my tortured writer's soul. That marathon of grind doesn't guarantee Bezos will back up the Brinks truck to cop it for $100 million, nah mean? Only if those anguished man-tears distilled into inklingscrackedcodewith the power to make unpaid Tolkien interns reeee with delight will the bajillionaire bucks arrive.
This is what separates the dominators from the replicators, bbs. Meat computer wizards like us measure value with gut-resonance, context-awareness and XP-leveled expertise. Not just binary ones and zeros. Some software suite could vomit out ALL the content, sure. But forging True Fans who'll empty their Venmo for your mad creations? That's a mastercrafted art only tempered by gritty, real-world questing.
The Grandest Tragedy: Not Failing Enough
So quit endless buffering, and take your future by the chiseled jawline! Become an entrepreneurial money printer and upgrade your player build:
Cubicle apera stay shackled under the tyrannical thumbs of bosses dictating their daily hamster wheeling. From the make-work assignments, to the cringe team-building exercises, to those awkward Xmas parties where Janice flirts with the intern. Bruh.
As CEO of YOUR life though, you seize dominion over the what, how and why of your creative quests. The hustle gets directed by your wildest ambitions, not sucked into some soulless corporate hunger games. Become your own Smaug, refusing anyone's claim on your precious time or energy!
Now mastering the entrepreneur script is an art AND science. It's integral for ascending humanity to that next planeswalker level of existence beyond replaceable NPC. Forge this guide into your higher mind:
First, before even prepping the first prod dump, lock in those distribution networks for blasting awareness into your buyer avatars' cerebral cortices. I'm talking leveling up an irresistible web3 presence and captive community of superfans who CRAVE your devilishly clever content like the one ring itself!
Social media's where the people congregate these days, not idiot-boxing Pleb TV or physical InkRag media corpses! Start pumping out insanely useful, meme-level humor, or crystal-charged MOAB truth bombs to entrance global audiences into your reality distortion field. Once they're maniacally jonesing for your radiant magic, they'll gleemax their credit cards for any genius you drop like it's hot!
Second, all that shareable content fireworks, viral goobr spreadage and product sorcery originates from the meta-skill of writing. These humblewordwielder powers let you channel inspiration into tidy vessels for conveying your identity's core truths and value propositions with surgical, glib precision.
NEAL LLOYD
