You have 24 hours a day. Each hour is like an apple with 60 seeds inside. Throwing one seed away feels harmless. We do that without much care. But one becomes two and two become twenty. We keep sailing through the day like that and before we know it, we have nothing but an empty basket to look at.

Death to zero days. The rule is simple. Do something that takes you one step toward your goal. It doesn’t have to be much. Read one line. Write two paragraphs. Practice for 5 minutes. Even if you improve as little as 0.5 percent, that’s still something. 0.5 is still bigger than 0 and adds up to become 182 in a year. Way bigger than zero.

Regret is poison. It eats you up from the inside. If you can fix it, get it done as soon as possible. If there is nothing that can undo that, you better move on and get on with your life. However, the greatest strategy is none of these. The best thing you can do for yourself is to avoid things that you’ll regret later on.

“If you don’t fit the big stones first, you won’t have the space left for them at the end” - Work on the most important tasks first thing in the morning. This way you ensure that the most important goals have some progress regardless of how the rest of the day unfolds.

Comfort is the death of progress. The moment you stop struggling is the moment your growth halts. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. This is deeply rooted inside of us and is a requirement for living a satisfying life. All those times when I stood for something I believed in and struggled to make it, I ended up gaining more than my end goal.  The most important of which were self-respect and confidence.

We can get used to anything. We can get used to staying home all day. We can get used to spending days in the mountains. We can get used to winning, losing, rising, or always falling. We can get used to building a better self or we can get used to self-loathing. What will you get used to?

You don’t really value the life you are living until you get your teeth punched in by a health scare. I’m saying this after experiencing this more than once. When you’re lying there unable to do shit and thinking about your choices, you won’t be pushing for more money. You won’t be craving more recognition. You won’t be desiring a promotion. The only thing you’ll be begging for is to get the life you had. The life you always bashed. The life you were never grateful for.

What’s the point of living if you don’t leave something behind? But what’s the point of leaving something behind when you won’t really care once you’re dead? But will you really care about not caring when what you left behind is benefiting other human beings? That’s the ultimate legacy goal. Leave something that can benefit others without caring about the recognition.

Truth is always captivating. We are deeply wired to gravitate towards that. There is some force that keeps you glued to the screen when you see someone spit out the realities of what they went through.

Freedom is what we crave underneath everything. We may not be aware of that but that’s the driving force behind a major chunk of our decisions, aspirations, and dreams. Freedom to do whatever you want. Freedom to sleep and wake up on your own terms. Freedom to travel the places you want. Freedom to shape your own life. Freedom.