Jay Alto

recent screenshot i forget i took goes hard

luck is just randomness that goes your way. increase your exposure to randomness by putting yourself out there; make it go your way by being irrationally resilient. do both and i guarantee your ‘luck’ will increase.

one advantage of being "dumb" is that you're immune to the fear of looking stupid that plagues so many "smart" people

i’m yet to find a problem that can survive moving closer to reality; if i'm stuck, i just start doing things. if i'm anxious, i switch thoughts for senses. if i'm worried about someone, i speak to them. we really do suffer more in imagination than in reality.

it's wild to me that the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other for a significant period of time is still the most effective way to process the chaos of reality and stop you from going completely mentally insane

i'm convinced that your "create-to-consume" ratio is the single best indicator of your happiness. humans are born to create; numb that instinctual desire with mindless consumption for long enough, and your sanity will inevitably begin to unravel.

being yourself is brutally difficult. it's why most spend their entire lives reading from the script instead. but don't be fooled: the tortuous path of being yourself will always beat the comfortable prison of pretending to be someone else.

my goal is fairly simple, really: build stuff people don’t regret using, say stuff people don’t regret hearing, and write stuff people don’t regret reading

when i realised tiktok/instagram/youtube aren’t free, and that i’m paying with something exponentially more valuable than money, it became fairly easy to decrease my screen time

if i've learned anything, it's that the moment your inner voice starts begging you to stop, and every distraction starts whispering your name, is the moment progress begins; the only question is whether you have the courage to endure.

*taps the sign*

you don't owe yesterday anything. every time that alarm goes off you can become someone new, someone different; and the only thing stopping you is yourself.

a pretty good litmus test for “having your shit together” is whether you go to bed tired or restless, and whether you wake up excited or reluctant

the delusional shall inherit the earth

you sit there, hiding under the blanket of procrastination, terrified reality won't honour your expectations, forgetting it's a far greater sin to be a coward than a failure

everything made more sense when i realised that most people use doomerism to numb their existential dread and have no interest in solving their chosen 'crisis' or whether it's even true

few understand that the most selfless thing you can do is be selfish

i'm a big believer in the idea that the first hour of your day echoes through the rest of it. if i wake up, snooze my alarm, doomscroll twitter, and eat shit food, i’m guaranteed to end up feeling sluggish, distracted, and irritable for the rest of it.

i'd rather be icarus than someone who's never left the ground