I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in life.
That’s not self-deprecation. That’s just… accurate. The wording is intentional, because honestly, how else do you describe some of the weird things you try when you’re still figuring out which way is up?
I’ve failed. Spectacularly at times. But I’ve also succeeded, quietly and stubbornly. And you know what? I regret none of it. Not because I’m some enlightened monk, but because I kept going — dragging along a mix of self-belief, blind optimism, and the occasional pep talk from people who didn’t give up on me.
Here’s the thing no one tells you when you’re stuck in the muck:
When life feels like it’s going sideways, we start to believe we’re the only screw-up in the universe.
Everyone else seems to have their act together, right? Waking up at 5 AM, green smoothies, no emotional baggage, and apparently not a single bad habit in sight.
Spoiler: it’s a lie. Or at least, a carefully filtered version of life.
This blog exists for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re falling behind.
For the ones who feel defective, doubtful, scared — but still curious enough to try.
Because the only real difference between people who “make it” and those who don’t?
They kept going. That’s it.
You’ve probably seen that viral quote floating around:
“A perfect man wakes up at 5 AM, exercises, makes his bed… These men are usually found in Central Jail.”
Perfection is boring. Growth is messy.
And if you look back at your younger self and don’t cringe a little, you probably haven’t lived much.
You’ve played it safe. You’ve been a prisoner of comfort.
So here’s your permission slip:
Go on that trek.
Jump off the cliff (with a bungee cord, obviously).
Wear the ridiculous costume.
Dance in the street while strangers stare and silently wish they had the guts to do the same.
Because if you spend your whole life trying to be perfect, when exactly are you planning to live?