Procrastination is the earliest sign.
Then comes disdain.
When you physically cannot bring yourself to do the work, just one more minute, that’s when you know you have no other choice.
You. Must. Murder.
Murder your own success. Murder your resume. Murder your reputation. And murder everything that feels like a heavy leaden weight on your shoulders.
Burn it right down to the ground, and don’t worry about regrets. Because none of it this worth it if you have to give up the one good thing that life gives us all a chance to have: joy.
Chase the child’s delight.
And chase it urgently, with the kind of importance you reserve for emergencies. Because make no mistake, your contempt for your own life is a crisis.
The good news, however, is this: There is so much unexpected wisdom in the crevices of your mind, where your thoughts go to whisper, “I wish.”