manifesting

"Who does she think she is?"

"It appears she is someone living her life unconcerned with who you think she is."

If you want new skittles (reality), you have to update your assembly line (your personality or beliefs), and source new ingredients (different friends, new job, dump girlfriend,

Sometimes you need to optimize how efficiently the factory burns fuel. You add meditation, education, adderall, or a hallucinogenic jungle tea that tastes like fermented compost*.* But inventing an entirely new fuel source is another massive pain in the ass nobody wants to deal with. So you keep pumping the same mental gas into the same psychologic

Most people fuse themselves to negative loops— fear and paranoia as the lead roles in their private B-movies.

But some people default to happiness. You know, those people who seem to manifest good fortune out of nowhere. Life bends toward them like plants to sunlight. Problems solve themselves. Doors unlock. People lean in to help. Not because the u

Optimism through a lifetime of misery isn’t luck or delusion. It's discipline disguised as temperament, paid for in a thousand grueling moments when they strangled their own knee-jerk pessimism.

Stop acting like adjusting your mental equipment is a betrayal to your “authentic self.” By all means, tear it apart for upgrades. Install that new process, even when production takes a hit. Try that experimental ingredient even when the first batches taste like shit. Bad skittles are just R&D expenses—the cost of avoiding a lifetime manufactur