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REBOOT is not a resignation.
It’s a refusal to keep running someone else’s script.
If you’re overwhelmed — stop. But don’t stay there. Ask for help.
“I’m tired of my wants. They don’t even feel like mine anymore.”
Remember when you used to want stuff?
Not because it was useful.
Not because it was productive.
But just… because.
Like:
“Maybe I’ll become a stuntman tomorrow.”
Or “What if I learn Mongolian throat singing?”
Now?
You still “want.”
But somehow, none of it feels like it came from you.
You wake up and you’re supposed to want things.
Growth. Progress. Water with lemon.
Journaling. The gym. A five-year plan.
Optimize.
Manifest.
Subscribe.
But all you actually want is…
for everyone to just shut the hell up for a minute.
And you’re not sad.
Not broken.
Not even burned out anymore.
You’re just done pretending these goals matter.
Because deep down, you know:
Half your dreams are just ads in disguise.
Someone else’s voice echoing in your dopamine loop.
You’re winning the game.
But it’s not your game.
You didn’t even read the rules.
And when you do win, all you feel is:
“Cool. I got the job I wanted.
Why do I still wake up with dread?”
This isn’t a flaw in you.
This is your system saying:
“Hey. These wants? Not ours.”
You were probably meant to be a biker.
Or a forest diver.
Or a professional goldfish whisperer.
Or a backup dancer for a folk band.
But instead, you became a remote productivity warrior
with performance anxiety and a Trello board.
“I’m not tired.
My wants are just tired of pretending to be mine.”
So what do you do?
Nothing — at first.
Stop. Unsubscribe. Breathe.
Just… exit the bus that wasn’t heading your way anyway.
Maybe you don’t know what you want anymore.
That’s fine.
Just start peeling off the shit you know isn’t yours.
Your real wants — they’re not gone.
They’re just waiting for you to shut up long enough to hear them again.
You’re not lazy.
You just don’t want to play someone else’s game.
This isn’t a crisis.
It’s a goal reset.
And that’s not failure —
it’s the first honest thing you’ve done in a while.
If it made things even a little lighter —
just pass it on.
Not as a duty. But as warmth you don’t want to keep for yourself.