Everyone seems to have this useless lump of meat inside their head.
They carry it around everywhere they go.
… and worst of all, the lump of meat is a freeloader.
It asks for stuff all the time. It wants videos, gossip, and news updates. It wants food, alcohol, and sex.
It demands constant stimulation, after-all it’s just a lump of meat, what else can it do really?
… of course all of this is a giant load of crap!
You’re brainwashed by a lump of meat…
Wouldn’t it be nice if that lump of meat did something useful for a change?
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could use that lump of meat to become rich, famous, and get all those unnecessary things you’ve always ever wanted in life?
Talk to your lump of meat about goals!
… but wait, all your dreams can come true!
All you have to do is set some goals.
You know, like some sort of life objectives…
This tends to be all the stuff you think about just before the lump of meat distracts you with an important Hollywood update about who’s sleeping with who, and who hasn’t slept much recently, and who could really use a good hard sleep to really improve their mood.
Enough is enough.
You can’t conquer the world sitting around doing nothing…
Talk to the lump of meat inside your head about setting some goals.
What if I don’t feel like it, can I do it later?
Do it right now.
It’s going to be very difficult at first because you don’t use the lump of meat very often and it’s all useless and out-of-shape.
… and the lump of meat is going to resist.
It’s going to nag you about all the other instant gratifications you could be wasting your time on instead.
… and as soon as you cave and give-in to any demands, the lump of meat will reward you, pumping you full of endorphin’s to try and keep you happy about all this nonsense.
The lump of meat doesn’t care if your body falls apart and decays.
It doesn’t care if you spend your life sitting on the couch, smoking, drinking, eating, and giving in to every possible temptation that you know is bad for you.
… look, it’s a lump of meat, and you’re letting it run the show.
It’s time you take control and start calling the shots.
It’s time you start living your life, because life is short and well…
Seriously, you’re running out of time…
… I know, it sucks balls.
When I found out I was going to drop dead, I panicked, and I nearly dropped dead.
Don’t let a lump of meat ruin your life.
Cravings and addictions are just how your lump of meat throws temper-tantrums.
You’re the boss.
Set some goals and don’t let that lump of meat push you around or make you do anything stupid that will stand in the way of achieving those goals.
Hey man, it’s going to be rough, and you’ll probably fail…
If it were easy, don’t you think there would be a whole lot more rich and successful people chilling on sunny beaches all over the world?
… it’s up to you.
Learn to use that lump of meat inside your head before it’s too late.