I want you to spend the next ten minutes being absurdly self-indulgent, which is advice I would almost never otherwise give people.
I want you to not think about the things you can't control: AI, politics, your parents, your social media feed, your Tinder alerts.
By locking in on you for the next six hundred seconds, I'm very confident that you're gonna walk away with what I think is the single best hack for longevity, purpose, and living the type of lives that we want to live.
First, who is this middle-aged dude preaching a gospel of self-indulgence?
Well, the twenty-year-old version of me, I'm very confident, was a much less impressive version of you.
Three years into college, I had a 1.491 grade point average that I was dragging around.
I was smoking a pack of Camel Lights a day.
I was drinking prolifically at night.
I was delivering pizzas in my diesel VW Rabbit.
I was remarkably unhealthy, and I was remarkably unremarkable.
