The Irish Schopenhauer

You didn't make any distinction whatsoever between working class English people, and Loyalist sympathisers and drug dealers, wish is very revealing. Where are you from exactly? Another yuppie posh boy Socialist claiming to fight for working class ideals, while secretly thinking we're all dirt I'd bet.

There is a certain type of person everywhere now, especially online. He consumes endless information every day: philosophy, psychology, productivity, spirituality, neuroscience, business, self-improvement, history. He knows a little about everything and deeply experiences almost nothing. His entire identity becomes built around understanding instead of living. He watches videos about confidence instead of speaking confidently. Reads about discipline instead of becoming disciplined. Studies relationships instead of learning how to love. Consumes motivational content instead of taking action. He feels intelligent because he is constantly mentally stimulated. But stimulation is not transformation. Most of the time, knowledge becomes emotional protection. Reality is unpredictable. Reality humiliates. Reality exposes weakness. Books and ideas do not. Inside information, he can continue imagining himself as intelligent, deep, insightful, different from ordinary people. So he remains trapped in preparation. He constantly feels as if he is "becoming" someone, while his real life remains strangely untouched. He develops sophisticated language for problems he never confronts directly. He can explain human behavior beautifully while being unable to handle ordinary discomfort, rejection, uncertainty, loneliness, or risk. He slowly turns life into observation instead of participation. The internet rewards this personality heavily. He receives validation for sounding aware rather than becoming capable. Eventually, he begins confusing self-analysis with growth and information with wisdom. But beneath the intelligence usually exists the same thing: fear. Fear of failure. Fear of embarrassment. Fear of reality answering back. Because action destroys fantasy. The moment he truly acts, he can no longer hide inside potential.

delusional optimism is the only way out. most people lose before they even start because deep down they already convinced themselves it probably won’t work. they look at the odds and the competition and they try to be more practical and slowly talk themselves out of their own potential. but the people who end up doing insane things usually have one thing in common. they were delusional enough to believe they could actually pull it off before there was any proof. that’s the weird power of delusional optimism. it makes you keep going long enough for reality to eventually catch up to your vision. i just can’t understand why you all are this realistic with your dreams. why you only allow yourself to want things that feel achievable from where you currently stand. every massive success story ever sounded delusional in the beginning. every athlete, artist, entrepreneur, creator, all of them had moments where nobody around them understood the vision. people laughed at them. doubted them. told them to be practical. but they kept going anyway because they were obsessed enough to trust something nobody else could see yet. i mean just think about it. you are alive and here in this world. the odds were already impossibly slim. you exist on a planet floating in infinite darkness where trees communicate underground, where dead stars became the atoms in your body, where creatures glow in the ocean without sunlight ever touching them. your own brain is made of electricity and somehow produces dreams, memories, ideas, emotions. everything about existence sounds insane if you really think about it deeply enough. so why do people suddenly become “realistic” or “practical”the moment it comes to their own potential? there is nothing realistic about being alive in the first place. so be delusional, that’s the only way out.