When you're smart,

When you're talented,

When you're beautiful,

When you're insightful,

When you're strategically-minded,

Being successful is easy,

But it doesn’t feel good.

So you were blessed,

And you used those blessings to win?

Congratufuckinglations.

You did what was intented with your blessings.

Congratufuckinglations.

You won a game that was intended for people like you to win.

Congratufuckinglations.

No, that's not how I'd do it.

No, at every step we were meant to fight against the heavens.

At every step we were meant to question.

Life doesn’t stop at winning the game set before you.

After a billion how much more is the money before you?

No, at that point you start preparing for the next game.

And the next game isn’t measured in money,

It isn’t measured by the random beautiful women you’ve fucked.

It’s measured by your worth as a person,

Your value to the world around you.

What good is your talent if it isn’t being guided by the heavens?

What good is being successful if all you have to show for it is safety?

No, at this point you start looking for more fulfilling sustenance.

No, I’d rather be a loser.

With all that talent,

It would at least feel good to waste it.

This food is heaven in hiding.

Even for the talentless,

Even for the slow of mind,

Of the surface level perceptions,

And for the overwhelmed by the complications of life,

There is comfort in being a loser.

Losers are able to experience the grace of god,

Losers are able to value that last sip of soda,

Losers can experience heaven by holding the hand of a tumblrina.

There is comfort in being a loser,

In being away from the chaos of the struggle,

In resting peacefully at home,

In indulging in the most extraneous thoughts.

Are you talented?

Throw it away,

Losers are the real winners in this life.

Money won’t fill that hole in your soul.

In a world where a loser’s cup of coffee is worth more than a million dollar yacht.

Tragic…

Are you smart?

Then simulate in your mind a world where you’re happier,

Devise in your mind,

An extrapolation of your life where you aren’t burdened with misery.

Are you beautiful?

Good for you.

Are you happy?

The losers who can see it,

The blessings they have,

Heaven’s light shining from under the first cookie they’ve had in years,

They’re happy.

Why is it arranged in this way?

Because the truly valuable is worth the tribulation.

The truly valuable shouldn’t rest in the hands of someone who took advantage.

The things of true worth are given by the grace of god.

The best things should be seen by innocent eyes.

Be a loser,

Become capable of good,

Save your own soul.