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This
book
doesn
’
t
give
a
fuck
about
alleviating
your
problems
or
your
pain
.
And
that
is
precisely
why
you
will
know
it
’
s
being
honest
.
This
book
is
not
some
guide
to
greatness
—
it
couldn
’
t
be
,
because
greatness
is
merely
an
illusion
in
our
minds
,
a
made
-
up
destination
that
we
obligate
ourselves
to
pursue
,
our
own
psychological
Atlantis
.
Instead
,
this
book
will
turn
your
pain
into
a
tool
,
your
trauma
into
power
,
and
your
problems
into
slightly
better
problems
.
That
is
real
progress
.
Think
of
it
as
a
guide
to
suffering
and
how
to
do
it
better
,
more
meaningfully
,
with
more
compassion
and
more
humility
.
It
’
s
a
book
about
moving
lightly
despite
your
heavy
burdens
,
resting
easier
with
your
greatest
fears
,
laughing
at
your
tears
as
you
cry
them
.
This
book
will
not
teach
you
how
to
gain
or
achieve
,
but
rather
how
to
lose
and
let
go
.
It
will
teach
you
to
take
inventory
of
your
life
and
scrub
out
all
but
the
most
important
items
.
It
will
teach
you
to
close
your
eyes
and
trust
that
you
can
fall
backwards
and
still
be
okay
.
It
will
teach
you
to
give
fewer
fucks
.
It
will
teach
you
to
not
try
.
About
twenty
-
five
hundred
years
ago
,
in
the
Himalayan
foothills
of
present
-
day
Nepal
,
there
lived
in
a
great
palace
a
king
who
was
going
to
have
a
son
.
For
this
son
the
king
had
a
particularly
grand
idea
:
he
would
make
the
child
’
s
life
perfect
.
The
child
would
never
know
a
moment
of
suffering
—
every
need
,
every
desire
,
would
be
accounted
for
at
all
times
.
The
king
built
high
walls
around
the
palace
that
prevented
the
prince
from
knowing
the
outside
world
.
He
spoiled
the
child
,
lavishing
him
with
food
and
gifts
,
surrounding
him
with
servants
who
catered
to
his
every
whim
.
And
just
as
planned
,
the
child
grew
up
ignorant
of
the
routine
cruelties
of
human
existence
.
All
of
the
prince
’
s
childhood
went
on
like
this
.
But
despite
the
endless
luxury
and
opulence
,
the
prince
became
kind
of
a
pissed
-
off
young
man
.
Soon
,
every
experience
felt
empty
and
valueless
.
The
problem
was
that
no
matter
what
his
father
gave
him
,
it
never
seemed
enough
,
never
meant
anything
.
So
late
one
night
,
the
prince
snuck
out
of
the
palace
to
see
what
was
beyond
its
walls
.
He
had
a
servant
drive
him
through
the
local
village
,
and
what
he
saw
horrified
him
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
the
prince
saw
human
suffering
.
He
saw
sick
people
,
old
people
,
homeless
people
,
people
in
pain
,
even
people
dying
.
The
prince
returned
to
the
palace
and
found
himself
in
a
sort
of
existential
crisis
.
Not
knowing
how
to
process
what
he
’
d
seen
,
he
got
all
emo
about
everything
and
complained
a
lot
.
And
,
as
is
so
typical
of
young
men
,
the
prince
ended
up
blaming
his
father
for
the
very
things
his
father
had
tried
to
do
for
him
.
It
was
the
riches
,
the
prince
thought
,
that
had
made
him
so
miserable
,
that
had
made
life
seem
so
meaningless
.
He
decided
to
run
away
.
