Something about Bob Dylan, who's influenced the arts as much as anybody, looking back on his life saying: "You're haunted by how little of it really mattered in the way you thought it would." Many people could speak those words, but there's nobody who could make 'em land harder.

truly a timeless video

why do people think starting a business is a hack to escape the 9-5 grind and not something multitudes more difficult

Right by my old apartment

Again, you may not like the UFC thing at the White House, but the moment you hung a giant pride flag from the columns and had half-naked “trans” activists exposing themselves on the lawn, you lost all right to complain about desecration.

Between the NBA championship, the World Cup, the White House UFC fight, the Stanley Cup finals, and good ol' baseball, this might be one of the best weekends for sports in the history of the United States

you become limitless the moment you stop waiting for motivation to save you. motivation was never the thing that was going to change your life. it comes and goes too fast. one bad day and it disappears. one stressful week and suddenly all your goals feel impossible again. what actually changes your life is energy, focus, and having a vision strong enough to keep you moving even when you don’t feel like it. most people are living far below their actual potential because they’re mentally exhausted all the time. constantly distracted. constantly overstimulated. constantly draining their attention on things that don’t matter. then they wonder why they feel stuck, unmotivated, and behind in life. your mind cannot create anything powerful when it’s scattered in a hundred different directions every day. what actually changes your life is energy. when your energy is low, everything feels harder than it really is. replying to messages feels exhausting. work feels overwhelming. even basic tasks start feeling heavy. and the dangerous part is most people accept that state as normal. they think being constantly tired, distracted, and mentally foggy is just adulthood. and it’s wrong. your body and mind are constantly influencing each other. you can literally change your mental state faster than you think. put on music that makes you feel alive. move your body for sixty seconds. go outside. drink water. eat better food. stop sitting in the same room draining yourself all day. the smallest shifts in energy can completely change how you think, act, and work. and honestly, focus matters just as much. most people never enter deep work anymore because their attention is destroyed. they check their phone every three minutes. switch tabs every ten seconds. reply to notifications while trying to work. and then wonder why everything feels mentally exhausting. their brain never gets a chance to fully lock into anything. attention residue is real. every distraction leaves part of your mind somewhere else. that’s why focused people seem almost superhuman now. not because they’re smarter than everyone else, but because they can sit with one thing long enough for momentum to build. they protect their attention like it actually matters. because it does. the people who stay consistent usually have a deeper reason attached to what they’re building. something emotional. something personal. something that matters enough to keep them moving even when motivation disappears. that’s the real secret behind people who seem “limitless.” it’s usually not talent. not genetics. not some magical productivity hack. it’s energy. focus. repetition. and having a reason strong enough to keep going long after the excitement fades.

Take my word for it, if you stay consistent on a path that you are really good at and has clearly shown you some results, you will “always” win big in the end, what will likely throw you off is how long you need to wait.

It’s so important that you don’t act shallow in your 20s and 30s. Keep your word. Take risks. Speak your mind when it counts. Don’t compare yourself to others when it comes to material things. The temptation will be there to shape your life around other people, just to please them. DON’T

Frank Sinatra died the night of the Seinfeld finale, and the paramedics claim that they made record time to his house because the streets were empty

“I lived so carefully, thinking someone was watching. But the stage was empty, the audience never came.” – Osamu Dazai

it's sunday. > make a coffee > call your parents > go for a drive > eat something good > read 50 pages > review your finances > review the week > set goals for next week > prep your stack for next week > organize your workspace > go outside > watch a movie > make a negroni

Bob speaks in @nytimes

Michael Jackson's upcoming London dates have been cancelled. They were James (aged 9) and Thomas (aged 11).

SUMMER OF GEORGE

Anthony Bourdain: “…the world is, in fact, filled with mostly good and decent people who are simply doing the best they can. Everybody, it turns out, is proud of their food (when they have it). They enjoy sharing it with others (if they can). They love their children...”

The combined average of the NBA Finals (19.6M) and Stanley Cup Final (5.0M) — 24.6M — is still less than last night’s average viewership figure for the USMNT–Paraguay match.

It’s good to drink a lot of alcohol so that when you need a straightforward way to improve your life you can stop drinking

USA WORLD CUP MATCH NBA FINALS STANLEY CUP OMAHA UFC WHITE HOUSE CARD LETS HAVE A WEEKEND 🇺🇸 🦅 🇺🇸 🦅 🇺🇸

To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis: Show us your laptop. Show us your iCloud. Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation. You won’t. You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out. That is not who we are. My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count. For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame. I no longer believe that. Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us. And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts. That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena. Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next. Life does not determine our character. It reveals it. Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next? We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day. So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop. You won’t. The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing. That is the only definition that matters.