The-Subtle-Art-of-Not-Giving-a-F-ck-EnglishPDF-Mark-Manson

As alluring as it is, entitlement isolates us. Our curiosity and excitement
for the world turns in upon itself and reflects our own biases and projections
onto every person we meet and every event we experience. This feels sexy
and enticing and may feel good for a while and sells a lot of tickets, but it’s
spiritual poison.
It’s these dynamics that plague us now. We are so materially well off, yet
so psychologically tormented in so many low-level and shallow ways. People
relinquish all responsibility, demanding that society cater to their feelings and
sensibilities. People hold on to arbitrary certainties and try to enforce them on
others, often violently, in the name of some made-up righteous cause. People,
high on a sense of false superiority, fall into inaction and lethargy for fear of
trying something worthwhile and failing at it.
The pampering of the modern mind has resulted in a population that feels
deserving of something without earning that something, a population that
feels they have a right to something without sacrificing for it. People declare
themselves experts, entrepreneurs, inventors, innovators, mavericks, and
coaches without any real-life experience. And they do this not because they
actually think they are greater than everybody else; they do it because they
feel that they need to be great to be accepted in a world that broadcasts only
the extraordinary.
Our culture today confuses great attention and great success, assuming
them to be the same thing. But they are not.
You are great. Already. Whether you realize it or not. Whether anybody
else realizes it or not. And it’s not because you launched an iPhone app, or
finished school a year early, or bought yourself a sweet-ass boat. These
things do not define greatness.
You are already great because in the face of endless confusion and certain
death, you continue to choose what to give a fuck about and what not to. This
mere fact, this simple optioning for your own values in life, already makes
you beautiful, already makes you successful, and already makes you loved.
Even if you don’t realize it. Even if you’re sleeping in a gutter and starving.
You too are going to die, and that’s because you too were fortunate
enough to have lived. You may not feel this. But go stand on a cliff
sometime, and maybe you will.
Bukowski once wrote, “We’re all going to die, all of us. What a circus!
That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized