/b/ - Random

October 1st, winter. As corny as the gymbros make it out to be the winter arc is something rooted in the natural order. Winter is that which removes weakness, which scrubs the slate clean, and brings back renewed growth in Spring. Winter is the season of struggle, of hardship, of toil, the causes the weak to die and the strong to falter. Yet we must keep pushing on, ignore the pain, set your mind on the task at hand, and toil. Toil, until your fingers bleed at the task which you need to do. And you know what you need to do, you've always known. You're a Man of Inaction, and you will die one if you don't do that which you already know you must. This winter, I will erase the old me, and become a Man of Action. Someone who acts upon what the Mind says, and is strong enough to ignore the impulses of the Flesh, the gooning, the lust, the neverending hits of dopamine that one gets from mindless scrolling. I will rip of all these chains tied to me, and become who I truly am.