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This morning I set my alarm for 8:00am. I woke up at 10:00am. I was incredibly disappointed because I was trying to get six hours and then do my array of planned work in the morning, but instead, I ended not being able to do those things. Now, the reasons for this don't matter as much as the idea behind it.

Despite waking up late, I still got in the shower, and took a cold one. I don't mean I took a beer into the shower, I mean I deliberately turned my water to its cold setting, and showered while I shivered. The shivering was two weeks ago, now its more of a refreshing feel of coldness. It's been over two weeks since I started taking these, and if I had to pick my favorite example of my attempt to be more disciplined, this would be it.

Try it. Can you actually defeat the fear and doubt in yourself that you'd be capable of waking up every morning to cold water? Most of you probably couldn't. And that's because most of you are weak. You live in a little bubble and try to avoid every little possible thing that could make your bubble burst. Your incapability to grasp how much of this world you are missing out on is outstanding. You've been raised by parents who nurtured you and taught you how to stay safe in this world. You got every insurance and lived through every minute thinking, wow, I can't give this up. And with this imminent fear of losing your life, you forgot that you weren't living at all.

But I still thank you. You make my attempts at living seem impressive, albeit I still believe there is much I have yet to explore, and need to explore. I have an incessant need for living, and making sure that every ticking second is one that I take advantage of.

So, with that, i'll conclude that I am going to start going to bed early. I need to take advantage of my mornings. Staying awake past 6pm isn't nearly as difficult to me as waking up after only a few hours of sleep. However, once I have slept 7 hours and 30 minutes, I'll wake up no matter how tired I am. I've learned this about myself, and I plan on exploiting it.

For those of you who continue to live a safe life, stop. There is no time to be wasted on making sure that you'll be able to prevent things from going wrong. Living life this way is not living, its dying. At the end of the day, you don't want to sit back and tell your grandchildren how good you were at not taking risks. If anything, do it for them, they need to hear the story of you as a fucking super hero. Don't disappoint them.



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