Last night I was browsing the Kindle store for books on the universe to satisfy my hunger for astronomy when I spotted a book titled The Universe Doesn’t Give a Flying Fuck About You. Talk about an eye-catching title.
When I opened the book’s link for more information I noticed that the book was free and very short, so I decided to download and read it. 20 minutes after recovering from what amounted to a virtual punch in the stomach, I now carry the book’s overall message: No more waiting for greatness to happen, it’s up to me to be great. The universe is too busy to care, so I have to take matters into my own hands. The time is now.
This is some serious motivational shit.