A little bird told no one that ideas are like butterflies. They land on you and want to be manifested through no less than your hard labor, sleepless nights, anxiety, workaholism, compromising your health when you have no chance to see a doctor in the next 6 months, and ending up looking like shit in the course of the manifestation of that random idea.
If you don’t start toiling for that uninvited butterfly immediately, it will go land on someone else and that person will develop the idea. Wow!
You know what. Go land somewhere else. I literally couldn’t care less. What I find appalling is that you landed on me! Do I still look like a slave to you buddy?
Not only are we’re at capacity here and the guest-list is closed at the moment, but most importantly, there is zero duty to act in the matter of ideas. I’m always happy when someone else develops some crazy shit I thought of first.
This is hell. Don’t forget you’re here to suffer. Don’t voluntarily take more stupid burdens upon yourself no matter how romanticized. It is like consenting to suffering. For what?
The less you act upon your impulses the better off you’ll be for it. And do not give away biometric data just because the butterfly said so. The only way out is total detachment and cancelation of all desires. So the exact opposite of “hey, I just thought it would be cool to have this product I just thought of, so let’s launch this AI startup, file for a patent, overleverage ourselves to borrow money from the bank, find an openspace concept office in a cool area, hire a bunch of people, and start pitching the product we haven’t developed yet” How about, no thanks!
Tell the butterfly to respectfully go and eff itself, or if you want to sound Canadian tell that butterfly to “butt out”.
PS: the only time I’d recommend doing something and following through is when you can’t sit still or have peace UNLESS you do that. This is not a butterfly, it is more like a mothership that summons you with flashing neons, sirens and alarms. That’s literally the only time I act. If I can’t peace out and something MUST be done and it doesn’t leave me alone, then I will do it. It has to be extremely important or essential.
Otherwise, being and remaining alive is enough work as it is. There is no place for ideas or speech for that matter. I once had an idea that speech should be banned and I had a crush on Justice Moraes for a second. Did I need to act upon that idea? You have no idea the twisted butterflies that come around…