I hate Infinite Jest podcast

RED PILL

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You cannot use the word "possibility" without limitations. Can you become a bunny girl? Can you become a pilot? Can you become a famous singer or a superhero who saves the world with his powers? No, I can't. Perhaps you could. But if you keep focusing your gaze on that which is unrealistic, you never will. The root of all your evil is always relying on one of your other possibilities to get your wish. You must accept that you are the person here, now, and that you cannot become anyone else other than that person.

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