If I could choose the phrase that people are going to use to describe me when I’m gone, I’d have them say, “Well… He was prolific.”

I think that would be such a huge compliment. I’m not as worried about anyone saying I’m great, or handsome, or nice. But I’d really like to be prolific.

To me, being prolific means that I’m making a lot of attempts. I’m taking shots, making moves, placing bets; and as long as they aren’t all bad, I’ll probably do OK.

Prolific means I never have to be bored, because I can always make some effort, somewhere.

It means I’m doing something. And that’s a cool thing!

I’m not as worried about looking back on my life when I’m on my death bed and wondering what my life meant. I spend a lot more time thinking about how I’m going to look back on what I’ve been doing when I’m 25, and what it’ll mean to me and others at that time.

I just want to do things. Cool things, that will mean something to someone. So if one person reads this, one day, and it means something to them. I won.

As soon as your prolific, evolution takes over. If I produce many offspring (in the form of badass Medium posts maybe) those most fit will survive and others won’t. But that will get me a shit ton further then if I sat around just waiting for the perfect babies to appear.

The world’s a messy place, I’m a messy boy. Stop analyzing everything so deep and start producing.

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