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Letter sent on Aug 4, 2016

I stopped giving a shit a long time ago

We’re all going to die…

The one thing that’s holding most of us back is that we care way too much about what others think.

What they think about us. What they think about the things we do. About everything.

We care way too about what our friends think about us. What our parents think about us. Heck, we even care about what total strangers think about us that we’ve never met and will probably never meet.

Back in 2007 I stopped giving a shit. As a matter of fact I probably stopped giving a shit a long time ago. But it wasn’t so clear to me back then. I can still remember what one of my best friends wrote down in my high school graduation yearbook. “He does his own thing.” I guess he was right and he knew me a lot better than I knew myself back then.

I decided to not just live a life. But to create a life. Without ever really consciously realizing it.

After I’ve sent out an email to let people know that I’ll be writing a book live in front of the entire world to see and that I’ll be writing and publishing one part of the book for the next 30 days, someone sent me an email. She said that I’m everything she wants to become. Brave. Daring. Enthusiastic. Risk-taking and successful.

I don’t think I’m any of this. I just stopped giving a shit. A long time ago. And everything else is just a result of that decision. And when I say this I don’t mean hanging out at the beach, drinking beer and partying all night kind of stop giving a shit. No, that’s not what I mean at all.

What I mean is that I took the conscious decision of doing whatever I feel like doing and trying out many different things that might enable me to live the life I truly want to live. Doing the things and living the life that I know deep down inside of me I should be living.

So I’m doing things like writing and publishing one post every single day for the next 30 days and then making a book out of it. That’s something I wanted to do and then I just did it. Whatever the consequences. And maybe it will help me get to where I have to be. Maybe it won’t. And it doesn’t really matter that much.

Many people say that an entrepreneur jumps off a cliff and then finds a way to build a parachute on the way down. This is complete BS. I don’t believe in this. At all. It’s probably the worst advice ever. 99% of the people will die. If you have no clue about what the hell you’re doing you’ll probably crash and burn.

So why start with jumping off a cliff? Why not start a bit smaller and less life threatening? Why not start on the trampoline in your back yard?

Look. Most of us just aren’t Mark Zuckerberg. Or Steve Jobs. Or Elon Musk. And that’s totally fine. Or maybe you are. I don’t know you. But I think for most of us it’s a way better idea to just exercise a bit in the garden on that trampoline before jumping off that cliff. To make many small bets. Before making that huge bet. Instead of jumping off the cliff right away. And once you’ve mastered that one thing you can go on to the next thing. One step at a time.

So instead of quitting your job without any money in the bank, start something small on the side. Try to make your first few bucks on your own. And then once you see some cash rolling in, go do some more. Go from the trampoline to paragliding. And once you master that, start working at a company that manufactures parachutes. And once you know how a parachute works and how they’re built, you can jump off that cliff. Or you don’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t kill yourself. And jumping off a cliff will most likely kill you when you don’t know a thing about parachutes.

Look. Many people talk about doing this or doing that. They talk about writing a book. Many people even say you just need to write 500 or a thousand words a day and at the end of the year you’d have written two books.

And you know what? No one ever does that. People just talk about it. But they never do. It’s always easier to just talk about it. Doing is a different story.Because you might fail. And people might laugh at you.

And you know what? I don’t care about any of this anymore. That’s really the only thing that sets me apart. The ONLY thing.

I’m not overly smart. I’m not talented in anything. I’ve almost failed high school because my essays were so bad. People laughed at me the first time I gave a talk in English in front of a larger crowd. I’ve written and published more books than I would like to admit. Mostly because none of them was a success.

So how do I do it? How do I keep going? What keeps me alive?

The simple fact that I just don’t care anymore.

And I strongly believe that you shouldn’t care about all of this stuff either. The one thing you should really care about though, the one thing that really matters is that you do your thing. And be yourself. And start doing the things that will help you live the life you always wanted to live. No matter what.

And if you don’t know what these things are, then think again. You probably know exactly what those things are. It’s usually the things you’ve been trying to ignore. The whole time. These are usually the things you should be doing. The things you were running away from. The things you know deep down you should be doing but were too afraid of.

But without jumping off a cliff. Without killing yourself. Please, don’t kill yourself. The world needs you. The world needs to hear your story. So just be patient. And start putting in the work. And always try to get back up again. And go one step at a time. Don’t go thirty steps at a time because the only thing that’s going to happen is that you’re going to stumble and fall. Go one step at a time instead. Because getting back up again after falling down a cliff after you’ve skipped 30 steps is almost impossible.

Look. Life is just a game. And we’ll be dead at the end of it anyway. So you might as well try to live for as long as you can. And try to not kill yourself while at the same time you should try to not live in fear all the time.

Here’s a little trick I follow…

I try to constantly remind myself that I won’t be able to get out alive of this thing anyway. And then I try to remind myself that I don’t want to spend my last breaths thinking “what would have happened if I did…” And instead, I just do it. No matter what. But always try to remember that parachute story. Try to avoid doing everything stupid. Try to not kill yourself. And go one step at a time.

That’s really my entire philosophy. A philosophy that gives me superpowers. The superpower of fearlessness. Of not giving a shit. Because I know I can’t lose. Because whatever I do, it won’t change a thing at the simple fact that after 80 or so years I’ll be dead anyway.

Is this a depressing thought?

For some people it is. For me it isn’t. For me it is the fuel that keeps me going. It is the air I breathe that keeps me alive. It is the food I eat to be able to keep moving…

It’s about time.

It’s about time to stop giving a shit.

So you can finally start creating your own.

P.S. This was the second part of my 30 day long story. I will be writing one part of my story for the next 30 days. And then I’ll make an e-book out of it. You can pre-order it here if you want to. So you can conveniently read it on your e-reader, your tablet, your phone or your laptop. The retail price will be around $10. But if you get it now, you can pay-as-much-as-you-want. Check it out here…

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