RETURN TO THE SOURCE
find out the truth and become who you were meant to be
sunday morning. early enough that none of the programs have loaded yet.
woke up to the digital sound of my alarm. white led letters cut through the dark displaying 6:00 AM.
end of may. it’s supposed to be warm by now, bright and full of life that makes you want to go outside.
instead, looking through the window, all i can see is this never-ending sea of fog swallowing everything in its path.
i get up anyway. put my clothes on, tie up my running shoes and step outside.
it’s cold, wet and dark.
why am i even doing this to myself? i could be sleeping soundly in my cozy bed for the next two hours.
this i can’t explain. if it was my conscious mind making the decision, that’s probably exactly what would happen. but during these early hours it feels as if i am possessed by some higher force. it’s not me executing the task. it’s my alter ego that doesn’t allow me to stop.
the first steps are always the hardest. it feels like there’s a whole mountain ahead of you when in reality it’s just the next hundred meters of fog.
but once you start, the rest follows.
one step. three steps. ten. and then it goes by itself. you no longer force. you no longer fight. something takes over and carries you forward.
of course, somewhere along the way, the pain becomes too loud to ignore. your lungs burn. your legs want to stop. your heart feels like it’s going to tear out of your chest.
and then, this quiet voice comes back.
what’s the whole point of all this. go back home.
i know it too well by now. these tricks don’t work on me anymore.
instead of repressing it, i say the same thing to myself every single time.
stay with the pain. don’t shut it out. embrace it.
when you look at it directly, it loses its control over you. you’re no longer running away and it’s no longer chasing.
eventually, it passes. it always passes.
and what comes after is something you cannot manufacture any other way.
when the pain is gone, the only thing that remains is this pure, luminous ecstasy.
life becomes vivid in a way it never is when you’re comfortable. colours sharper. sounds cleaner. the world around you suddenly more real than it was an hour ago. and somewhere in that stripped-back stillness, the path forward is no longer obscured by the fog.
it was never obscured by the fog.
you realize that you already know.
you’ve been knowing this whole time. and your job was never to decide.
you already decided. a long time ago, in some part of yourself that existed before everything you’ve been taught to want, before every version of yourself you’ve performed for the world.
your job is to find out what you decided.
and then have enough courage to live it.
after that long, brutal but in some way sacred run, i come back inside as a different person.
quick shower. always cold, to shock the system back into itself.
half-cooked steak, three eggs and a whole avocado. fuel, not ritual.
soothing rhythms of neo-noir electronica tuning me into a generational flow state.
my mind is clearer than it’s been in years.
and now i’m going to distill the essence of it into your brain.
let’s return to the source.
THE EXILE
last saturday i spent my afternoon in a coffee shop.
just doing some work while sipping double espresso.
right next to me, two parents and a little kid. three, maybe four years old.
when his parents were busy talking, he jumped up onto the table with all the joy in the world.
and for a moment he stood there like he owned everything. you could see it in his whole body. he wasn’t a kid in a coffee shop anymore. he was superman. limitless and untouchable standing two feet tall on a coffee table.
this ecstasy however didn’t last long.
his mother yanked him down and screamed across the whole cafe.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND. PEOPLE ARE WATCHING.
and just like that, superman was gone.
in his place, a small boy with red cheeks and his eyes on the floor.
and i just know that the next time something in him wants to jump, he’ll remember this moment. and he’ll stay seated. not because he chose to. because he learned to.
you see, we all came out into this world with something enormous inside us. no exceptions.
there is no child on earth who arrives already small. who arrives dreaming of spreadsheets and safe choices and a life that doesn’t disturb anyone.
we all wanted to be heroes. firefighters. astronauts. football stars. warriors. conquerors.
we spent hours inside our own imagination, building entire alternate realities where we were everything we ever wanted to be. where the rules of the world simply didn’t apply.
this is when we were most true.
unrepressed. unfiltered. fully alive.
but somewhere along the way, things changed.
daydreaming became not paying attention.
ambition became selfishness.
wanting something enormous became delusional.
and this is how we slowly lost control over our own minds.
the programs took over.
most people never notice when and how it happens.
and even fewer ever ask why.
PROGRAMS RUNNING PROGRAMS
there are programs running all over the place.
programs governing how you should dress, how you should speak.
what you should laugh at and what you should take seriously.
what you should want, what you should be afraid of, how you should think.
nobody handed you a manual. nobody sat you down and explained the terms.
but you know them. you’ve always known them. because they were installed so early and so completely that they stopped feeling like programs and became unquestionable reality.
look around you.
every person you pass on the street is running the same ones. you pass a group of people and they all look the same. they all laugh at the same jokes. you ask them what they think and they all think the same.
all of it shaped by systems so deeply embedded they have become invisible.
and that’s exactly the point.
the programs that are doing their job, the ones running exactly as they were designed to run, are invisible. you don’t see them. you don’t feel them. you simply live inside them and call it your personality.
it’s only when someone steps outside the programming that you notice it at all.
and when that happens, the system responds.
you’ve seen it your whole life. the person who wants too much, too loudly. they get pulled back. corrected. laughed at. pathologized. made into a cautionary tale.
every story you’ve ever heard about someone who went too far, who lost the plot, who thought they were special, who believed in something the room didn’t sanction.
the system assimilating a program that was doing something it wasn’t supposed to do.
and faced with that kind of deletion, most programs make a choice.
hide.
build a life that looks normal enough from the outside that nobody comes looking. bury the signal so deep that even you forget it’s there.
or.
find the courage to do what most never will.
and return to the source.
THE SOURCE
before all the programs were written to govern how you should think, feel, act and react, there was just the base.
the original code.
the one no one wrote for you. the one you came in with.
your actual, real design that made you you before the world adjusted it into something more manageable.
before all the corrections. the conditioning. the thousand small adjustments that taught you to make yourself smaller and call it growing up.
but here’s the thing.
it’s still there.
buried deep beneath the accumulated layers of everything that came after. silent but intact. like a fire that barely glows but hasn’t fully died.
in ancient greece, the delphic oracle gave the original manual for living.
know thyself.
think about it. how can you become who you are truly meant to be if you don’t even know who that is. if you don’t know what actually drives you. what lights you up. what you’re really after beneath all the installed desires. what your real strengths are. what fears have been silently running your decisions for years.
that’s the source.
and your job is not to build it. it’s already built.
your job is to find it.
spend more time in your own company. not consuming. not performing. not always filling the silence with someone else’s signal.
learn to sit with yourself long enough for the noise to drop and the original frequency to resurface.
ask what was there before the programs. what drives you beneath all the installed motivations. what makes you privately, genuinely alive when no one is watching and nothing is at stake.
and when you find that thing.
follow it at all costs.
follow it even when it sounds ridiculous.
follow it even when no one around you understands it.
follow it even when every program installed in your system is telling you to sit back down.
and if you do. if you find your true source and follow it with the conviction of someone who is not thinking, not hoping.
but knowing.
you will not fail to create the reality you so desire.
— Cipheron
“look well into thyself. there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look.”
— marcus aurelius
the source was always there. buried, but never gone.
but you don’t have to find your way back alone. the Mental Game Playbook is your operating manual.
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there were people before you who stripped back everything that was never theirs and became who they were meant to be.
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the source is already there. your job is to find it.
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