Blow up your apartment and you'll be free

The narrator in fight club got it all:

Yet he can't even sleep because his life is so shit.

New stuff to buy, new orders from the boss.

But his "life" is still the same every fucking day.

But it's not because of the job.

It's not because of his boss.

It's because of him.

He's not living how he's supposed to.

He's living how he's been trained to live.

He's "working jobs he hates so he can buy shit he doesn't need."

But this doesn't have anything to do with the job.

That's a just a symptom.

A symptom of living someone else's life.

If he'd be living like he fucking wants to.

He'd maybe have a different job, maybe no job at all.

It doesn't fucking matter.

As long as he's living HIS life, not the life of the media, of society, of his boss or whatever entity he decides to give power to.

All he needed was someone blowing up his apartment and beating the shit out of him.

Only then he was faced with the truth:

He's not living his own life. He's existing as a support pillar for someone else. Or something else. Or everything else.

Until he met Tyler Durden.

That guy was different.

He was himself. Living how he deemed it right. Zero fucks given. Full of chaos.

Tyler was a real retardmaxxer.

"Let the chips fall where they may."

He does what he wants. He doesn't fear. No overthinking.

This is lifemaxxing:

Being able to do what you want and laughing while you do so.

But you have to blow up the apartment. You have to burn the IKEA catalogues. You have to get hit in the face. You have to do whatever it takes to stop living someone else's life, and start living your own.

Stop filtering. Stop editing.

Start being yourself, fully.

This is the essence of lifemaxxing: Being yourself and living your own life.

And you can just do this.

You don't need permission.

You don't need other people.

You don't need money or whatever else you're thinking of.

You just need yourself and some balls.

Maybe you'll hit rock bottom. Give a fuck. "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

Maybe you'll just ascend into winning. Enjoy.

Maybe everything will stay the same. But you won't.

The outcome doesn't matter. It's the click in your brain that matters.

When you realize you can just do things.

You can just turn around.

You can just leave.

You can just make shit happen.

"You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis."

Don't live the life you're parents want you to live.

Don't live the life some youtuber wants you to live.

Don't live the life the media wants you to live.

Live the life God wants you to live.

Which is being yourself and going all-in on the things YOU love.

God gave you a purpose. You'll get glimpses of it here and there. Follow these bread crumbs.

But first you have to start by killing the version of you that isn't you.

Blow up the apartment.

Burn the IKEA catalogue.

Let the chips fall where they may.

Build your own path.

Do you understand?