Sometimes in my life, I was waiting for credit. I was waiting for people to praise how smart I was, or how slick I was, or how funny I was.
I mean, I saw all these other people getting props. Getting praised. I was like, damn, why not me? Where's my praise? Why women get praised, and other dudes get praised and I'm out here doing work and getting nothing.
Look, the praise isn't coming. And you can't live for that shit. And you really can't want that shit. When you do finally get praised after all that goddamn hard work, after all that grind, after all that pain, you really gonna want to things: paid for your services and no one else to enjoy your success who didn't help you. That's it. And the praise you do get, it won't be worth it.
You can make a bad bitch come six times and the praise is cool. But in the end, you're going to want paid in your way for your services. You got some nice text in the morning, she invite you over again, you gonna be thinking to yourself, what do I get? What's in it for me? Because praise and giving you something is not it.
You want praised, better praise yourself and find a way to make it enough. Because the world has no intention of praising you and that's a shitty reason for doing anything. And simplest of all, the praise either won't be enough, will fade eventually, or will never come.
Don't tweet to get likes. Don't post for recognition. Anticipate hate and envy and stubborn motherfuckers. Anticipate being copied and having things stolen. Be so far ahead that you drop the old simple game you learned years back. The cutting edge shit you better save for you and your profit alone. And never do hard work for free.
Praise is free. Fuck praise.
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