Don’t delay gratification

I am not going to delay gratification anymore. At least not all the time. People say “It’s one of the biggest predicters of success”. But how do you define success? If it’s only career oriented, I don’t necessarily regard you as successful, my friend. I would never, ever want to trade places with someone like Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos. I think it’s so miserable where they’re at. I’m having so much freedom. I’m having so much time. I don’t wanna trade that!

And sure, I can’t go to Mars. But first of all, I don’t want to and second of all: The inside, your mind, your soul is as vast and beautiful and majestic and dangerous and wonderful as space, as the world. And you can do that for free, you know! Nobody told you this, but you can explore your soul for fucking nothing! Isn’t that great? There are tools for soul exploration, for example: books, meditation, drumming, dancing. Psychedelics. Art. You can use the tools, but you don’t need to. It costs nothing to do the greatest thing you can possibly do. It costs nothing to have fun and to connect to the source and God. It’s literally for free, man.

Don’t get me wrong, delaying gratification can be useful. But you can get addicted to it, and I was. Every time I had a desire – just a little innocent desire, for example, I thought “I want to eat now” or “I want to make myself some tea now“. Every time a little want popped up in my mind, I would always push it away and say: No, you gotta do this task first and then you can go and do the thing you wanted to do. But the problem is, it can spiral out of control. And if you completed the task that you were supposed to complete, often times your little boss up there says: Well, you can do the next one too, and then the next one, and then the next one. So, you don’t get the promised gratification and even if you do, often times – you don’t want it anymore! The wave is gone.

So maybe don’t delay gratification. Maybe gratify yourself. Treat yourself. Love yourself. And you know, if I want something hard enough, I will sacrifice some lesser wants for this bigger want. Of course I will. But I am not going to mutilate myself anymore because – frickin’ Fortuna, man. You gotta catch that bitch. You gotta grab her by the hair and by the balls when she comes around. Because you can’t delay her. She’s impatient. She won’t wait for your ass. She won’t. So grab that bitch – by the hair, by the balls and – make love to her. Because you’ll regret it! If you don’t. You’ll be a miserable old fuck, on your death bed and you’ll think: Oh, I let her go, I was so stupid! And you’ll be right! You were stupid.

So, stop being stupid! Or don’t. I don’t care. Do whatever you want.

Children! Don’t delay gratification. Or: Know when it’s worth it to delay gratification. Just use your fucking head. Use your mind. And don’t be afraid to feel great. Don’t be afraid of good feelings. Don’t be afraid to make yourself feel great. Ok?

I know you think you don’t deserve it. I know you think you deserve to suffer and that you deserve pain because you’re such a horrible little shit – and yes, you are. But you still deserve love and happiness. Don’t delay gratification. At least not all the time. Please. Please. Let yourself live.