Victor Nero 
Well, another year down.
A few steps more on the long march to Death.
What have you learned?
Did you evolve at all? Mutate a little?
Or did you stay in your comfort zone?
You know, the place you say you hate.
But still, you never seem to want to leave.
Your legs aren’t sore from standing up.
They are sore from standing still too long.
You insist there is only one way to walk.
You insist those who can walk fast be slower.
Their speed and grace threatens you.
But your slow lack of grace threatens all of us.
You were raised this way – blame the parents.
You hate them, the Gods that failed you.
Unlike you, they actually took some risks.
Lived in an era that wasn’t mostly bullshit.
They made you in their image.
At least they made something – have you?
You want a God complex, without God’s work.
All of the praise, but none of the blame.
A flimsy house made of drywall ego.
Built on rotting foundation of low self-esteem.
Are we going to pretend that it’s a new year?
That tomorrow is newer than other days?
Can you change for more than three months?
Will you just take the participation trophy?
There’s no life hack for your modus operandi.
Hacking is hard, it takes time and skill.
But you want shit handed to you.
You think being lazy is ‘working smart’.
You think change requires a committee.
You have all the excuses, none of the reasons.
Are you using the tech, or is it using you?
Are you too concerned with public opinion?
Drowning the internal with the external?
The voice inside, can you even hear it?
Does it even belong to you any more?
Can it even formulate a cogent sentence?
Would you be able to hear it, understand it?
If it told un ugly truth, could you accept it?
We can’t always be beautiful on the inside.
Sometimes ugliness is necessary.
Are you still trying to impress strangers?
Stop caring what people think.
Most of them can’t even think for themselves.
Stop asking for external affirmation.
If you’re unsure, the answer is probably no.
High school is over, figure shit out yourself.
Not trying is worse than trying and failing.
The simplest answer is usually the right one.
Needless complication is not evolution.
The frame should not overshadow the picture.
No overlay, AR, pop-ups or hashtags required.
Stop chronicling moments you aren’t even in.
Stop recording for posterity, watch the thing.
Fuck influencing people for a so-called living.
Follower culture is for cheaply made puppets.
Leadership culture is what we really need.
No more pining for the halcyon days gone by.
Your rose-tinted vision distorts the memories.
You can’t be young forever, it’s a sales pitch.
Your energy is too low for that shit anyhow.
But don’t just be bitter and old either.
You waste today waitng for retirement.
As if most of us will be able to afford to.
As though aging populations are sustainable.
Have you worked hard enough to deserve it?
This is your prime, not the days of your youth.
If you’re not growing, you’re probably dying.
12 more months – it sounds like a sentence.
Will you see only obstacles, or opportunities?
Are you scared of them, or just scared of you?
Will you ask the right questions?
Will you accept answers you hate?
Will you ask yourself instead of busier people?
Are you willing to be wrong and learn?
If you’re always right, you already know it all.
So you’re probably already dead.
Lifeless existence is a fate worse than death.
