Stop f*cking around and make something (you’re an artist, remember?)

STOP F*CKING AROUND AND MAKE SOMETHING (YOU’RE AN ARTIST, REMEMBER?)

"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life... the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work." — Steve Jobs

Hey you,

WAKE THE F*CK UP!

This is a wake-up call. Pick up the dawn call.

Let’s cut the bullsh!t.

Your art—no matter how small—is a middle finger to the void.

You’re not “researching.” 

You’re not “waiting for inspiration.” 

You’re not “just browsing.”

You’re avoiding the f**kin deep work.

And deep down, you know it.

Make something only you could make.

Not for the algorithmic sh!t.

Not for applause.

But for the version of you who needed it most.

You're a unique being.

No one is like thee. 

We are all echoes of our former selves, each step forward lighting the path for someone behind us.

You are not too late.

You are not redundant.

You are the only one who can translate your experience into something real.

And in a world of infinite souls on infinite timelines, there is no such thing as too many creators.

Too many have forgotten why they began in the first place.

Every minute you spend mindlessly scrolling, watching other people’s lives, and consuming instead of creating, you’re digging yourself deeper into a hole of regret.

 And the crazy part? You’re holding the shovel.

THE BUS TO NOWHERE (AND HOW TO JUMP OFF)

Here’s a story you could relate to:

A few weeks ago, I hopped on a bus, headphones in, lost in thought. 

Ten minutes in, I glanced at Google Maps, and my stomach dropped.

The little blue dot (me) was moving farther from my destination, not closer.

I’d boarded the wrong damn bus.

Now, most people in this situation do one of two things:

Panic quietly and stay on, hoping the bus will reroute itself magically.

Double down, convincing themselves, “Maybe it’s a shortcut?”

But here’s what I did:

I walked up to the driver and asked, “Hey, does this bus go to [where I need to be heading]?”

The beautiful lady smiled. “Nope. Wrong direction, mate.”

So, I got off immediately. Problem solved.

PERHAPS, YOU’RE ON THE WRONG BUS RIGHT NOW 

That bus ride? In this context, it could mean an excuse. 

Your distractions. 

Your “I’ll start tomorrow” mentality.

The algorithm wants you addicted.

Society wants you to be complacent.

Your brain wants the dopamine hit of consumption over the grind of creation.

The P*rn addiction.

But hear me and hear me well, you’re an artist. 

A builder. 

A creator.

And creators don’t wait for permission to create.

WHY YOU NEED TO BUILD (EVEN IF IT SUCKS)

Self-Expression = Survival as a Renaissance man.

Art isn’t optional. 

It’s how you scream without making noise. 

Every sketch, song, or line of code is proof: you were here.

Mental Health = Creation > Consumption.

Building something—anything—drops cortisol like a bad habit. 

You may think I made Snuggle because I love winter? 

F**k No. 

I made it because freezing to death in bed is a trash life experience.

I'll never forget that day. I almost died with that crappy doona.

We’re glad the idea for Snuggle became reality—and it’s been thriving beautifully ever since.

LEGACY > LIKES

When you’re gone, your work remains. 

Or you can leave behind… check notes… a 5-star Uber Eats rating. Any trace is a trace. If you're in doubt, just ask a crime scene analyst or forensic expert.

High school rule #1: Make your mark. 

If the freshers couldn’t see ‘You were here’, did you even exist? 

Turns out, those carvings stick around longer than math notes.

DEBT IS A CREATIVITY KILLER 

Borrowed money = borrowed freedom. 

The more you owe, the less you create. Stop digging.

The World Needs Your Work.

We’re drowning in content and starving for meaning. 

HOW TO START 

Admit You’re Going the Wrong Way.

If there is no admission, how can we then carry out a diagnosis?

No more “someday.” Today is the day.

Start Small (But start)

If a fisherman weren’t out at sea, you’d find him fixing his nets. That’s how he stayed ready.

Write one paragraph. 

Sketch one doodle. Code one function. 

Imperfect action beats perfect procrastination.

Build Your “Garage”

I stash every half-baked idea on a private site. Most are trash. Some become tools. Your trash today is tomorrow’s treasure.

Kill the “Consumer” Mindset.

Every hour on Netflix is an hour you didn’t create. 

Swap one episode for one creation session.

Ship It Anyway.

Done is better than perfect. 

Publish it. 

Release.

WHAT'S NEXT?

The bus won’t stop for you. 

You have to pull the cord.

So, tell me—what are you building today?

If nothing. Start now. There's no better time to create than to begin now.

That's it for this mindf**ked.

To Anyone Chasing Greatness,

If you're reading this, consider it your permission slip to go all in. 

No half-measures, no apologies. 

Yes. The world may not be ready, but you’ve never needed its permission anyway.

This isn’t just a letter. It’s a spark. 

A reminder that your voice, your vision, your grind—they matter.

Now go. Succeed like the unstoppable force you were born to be.

Build boldly. Move fiercely. Love deeply.

And never, ever shrink to fit into a place you were meant to outgrow.

Go and succeed like a motherf*cker.

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Not because I told you to—because you’re curious enough to wonder what’s next.

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Join them.

Until next time,

— Destiny