Dave Thompson - Like Life! Easiest way to live effectively

At least, unattractive individuals, they also gave.

From their midst.

What the fuck?

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Others have relied on the money.

The only bet I must say.

And won.

In 3—4 years they have become something a little bit out.

And why not turned on when people lump the stuffing?

Skill on its own earns.

It’s not like that.

And those who tried to “find yourself” “self-actualization” – this is so khuyatina just fucked up.

It’s like this here book is about self-realization.

Type sold themselves like the author.

Holy balls…

Fuck they got together with his fulfillment.

No career, no money, not even a wench – a little bit adequate.

Yes. There.. It’s worse.

But listen – those giving advice.. That fucking simple.

WHO IS TO BLAME

And all the blame.

In addition to them.

Blame the government. Sometimes America. Sometimes Georgia.

Often the fault of the Jews.

But never blame the man – which a finger does not hit to do something.

It just spreads the shit oil..

The main thing – to take responsibility.

But it is difficult to take responsibility when you have a lot of projects.

And each neuromyelitis what is important.

All dumped in piles.

Watered time management. And cooked on a slow fire.

This is all very shitty, man.

The shit smell is not smell?

And here I am I feel.

When there are a lot of shit – pick one pile and deal with it. Build a flower bed. This place.

There’s no need to get into all sorts of shit.

And our people – most do.

Work on priorities – just moved I have all off the ground.

Now the rule. I’m doing that one thing.

And until you finish – fuck I go somewhere.

To the end. And you – do to the end.

Until you throw up.

But do it. Stand your ground.

And do. Completed – okay – now you can take the next thing.

And how we like to work stick out in the social. parallel networks watching videos on YouTube

and player in the ears. Charging.

Not fucking done.

In the air hung the question – how to fuck off home early?

And not to be fucked with boss?

And in the end? Ass! Who is to blame? Pindossy!

That they szukany children, we spoil the life and soul crap.

We must start with ourselves. And responsibility for everything rests with us.

You threw your hand to neuromyelitis what scope of work?

Receive a fascist, a grenade!

For nekhuy! It is necessary for one to kontsentrirovanija.

Diamond cutting bleat.

A powerful stream of the jet at one point.

LISTS

Fuck the lists.

All sorts of time management.

It’s from don’t give to do.

If you know what you need to do that one thing – you did not fucking need a time management.

Stop! Right now, I want to shit!

Shit – write on. Priority!

The primary objectives.

You’re not going to get a notebook with time management, to masturbate their brains that you want to take a shit?

I want to shit, shit.

Shit is shit.

Finished wearing his pants and went further.

And time management! Trainings on time management!

Say, non-urgent important, urgent unimportant, unimportant non-urgent?

This floss. It is a rare dirty trick that should be hung by the balls.

Time management: I want to shit and shit.

Vysralsya – wearing pants.

Next?

What’s so complicated?

Non-urgent unimportant.

Woe …who the fuck knows what.

MAKE LISTS

And so they make lists.

Well, do you really think you need those lists and you don’t know when you need to take a shit?

Yes, you all-American golymi hands ploughed when shit wants to truly!

Look how our then Secretary General of the UN has secured that, he began to drag his Shoe on the podium already.

I would, too, so shooting if I wanted to shit…

So no lists – God forbid.

Determine what you need. And do. That one thing.

Want to earn money.

WHAT’S IMPORTANT TO YOU

For myself, I decided that I pin to shove.

In any situation, to create some kind of shit.

I must fuck.

In the relationship.

In business.

In about everything.

In the contracts.

I just permanently fucked.

And every morning I Wake up and ask:

Lord! Whatever that shit soak today, just to fucking everything (to me) cool?

And every day I dedicate to some new shit.

Sometimes “stick” on some shit for a year or two.

It happens sometimes.

This is normal.

I have dedicated myself to a lot of shit.

You can poawatomi yourself something else.

Something wonderful.

THE RIGHT QUESTION

Initiation involves the right question.

How would you say that would be so great to stir up?

Think in terms of achieving the goal – fun.

And when you think in terms of fun – you are immersed in the quagmire of what kalimati.

That is, worried how you look – how you look.

It’s such a gas when you do it.

You have a life and I it is still there.

And we have a choice – to achieve goals.

Entertain yourself from birth to serti.

Or do what galimatia worrying about something.

RIGHT NOW

Most people zhivut in the past.

Frustrert. Survive their failures.

And as it could be.

Many live in the future and worried for their well-being.

Nervous. And stress is uevo. Pretty fucked up.

I suggest you live now. Live now – one goal. With a single action.

In the moment and in the flow.

And don’t care about anything.

I constantly do shit.

Hellish shit.

What will you do?

What will you dedicate your life, as to death to entertain yourself?

THE ANGEL OF DEATH

You mortal.

And you will die.

And will devour you or the flame.

It’s not bad not good just.

But most people don’t want to think about death.

They drive away the very thought of it.

REMIND yourself about death.

Every day.

This is the only way to make a bright life.

STUFF

Is life. And there is death.

Are the shit. Husk.

The fact that it doesn’t matter in the face of death.

So Chua you’re always doing what doesn’t matter in the face of death?

Do what’s important.

Remind yourself that sooner or later will die.

Most live as Macleod.

Kind of Macleod.

BESSMERTNYE. When approaching the mirror, they try to ignore the wrinkles.

And wrinkles there.

Because we age and our bodies-on-Shi-VA-yut-Xia

EFFICIENCY

What you will not regret the face of death.

For me, it’s bullshit.

For me it’s getting high every second. The production of the element of idiocy.

Mental.

Which is impossible to touch. To feel.

The real idiocy.

But it is something you do.

Something really cool.

What you won’t regret it. Before the death.

All the rest is nonsense.

Ask esba – if tonight I will die – how to spend the last minutes hours?

NOBODY DON’T CARE

All the shit.

You are not the center of the universe.