“So what’s the next project?” My dad asks as we drive to Costco. “and I don’t mean videos, I mean what’s the next big venture.”
My jaded view towards pranks hasn’t been a secret for some time now. Naturally, my parents inquire what’s next for their day-dreaming, entrepreneurial son.
I go on autopilot, repeating the same variation of things I always say. “Probably documentaries or interviews. Music could be cool.” I’ve used this as an answer for the last couple years now.
“Huh.” He acknowledges. My dad is a very “I’ll believe it when I see it” kind of guy. Realistic and cautious. My mom on the other hand usually responds, “Oh honey you’d be so good at that!” to anything I’ve considered trying. She has more confidence in me than I do.
“A person’s success in life can usually be measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations he or she is willing to have.”
– Tim Ferris
Straight out of my bible, The 4-Hour Work Week, I guess I took that sentence a little too literally. #KingofAwkward
The truth is that progress and growth is uncomfortable. The problem is I’m addicted to comfort. I must break that addiction now.
*Does 30 push-up*
Ok. Hold on. *panting hard and loud* Let me just rest for a second.
*Wakes up, turns on TV to watch Mad Men*
*Continues watching Mad Men*
*Kills more time.*
Life is so fucking weird. I don’t know what the hell to make of it. I’m glad I could write this blog post though. Took me a minute to think of what to write but I finally just started writing. Sometimes you just need to sit and stair at the blank white for a while. That’s work. That’s the process.
I’m gonna turn pro. No more Mad Men. Time to work again. Work is fun. Work is life.
To me, what makes art in all it’s different forms beautiful isn’t just it’s appearance but also the knowledge of the honest hours of work and effort that was put into it.
Work is beautiful.
There is no honor in easy. There is no happiness in comfort.
“Many a false step by standing still.” – anon.
Thanks For Reading,
Los Angeles, CA
4 thoughts on “Comfort”
I first saw a LAHWF video I think in 2012. I was in seventhth grade, and it was the first social experiment I had ever seen. The “Prank” genre has grown exponentially since then, and I have only ever watched your channel consistently. I don’t really know why, I guess in retrospect it just felt more real. I didn’t watch any of your videos for almost a year until today. At some point I clicked on a link and found this blog. I haven’t watched any of your blogs yet, I will. but i am rambling. i have no fucking idea what the hell i am going to do. I really have only felt actual contentment after a job well done, but who fucking knows what jobs to do and if they are well done. Being a ant in the anthill and just existing is nothing i want. i guess you don’t have the answers, but thats the good thing. i emphasize
I saw you first video and follow you since then. My impression is that you want to hit rock bottom, but you can´t. I am related to you: a millennial bastard with no hope. From almost 5 years I want to hit rock bottom and change all my life; find purpose.
4 moths ago I was diagnosed with cancer (stage 4 lymphoma with metastasis). Even in this scenario I do not feel that it has hit rock bottom.
After this I realize that finding motivation after losing everything is BS, because you only hit rock bottom when you die. Now I know i am gonna die; not now, but some day…
Until that happens I dont´t know what I’m going to do. I have an online business, I have fun, have some friends… and stuff like that, but… this is all about? this is life?
I don´t know.
Good to hear that you feel that way. For now, I’m way too comfy with my lazy life. I’ll finish my MBA soon, but am not looking forward to a suitable job at all. I’d rather earn less and have more time to be lazy than the other way around. What’s the point of earning thousands when you have no time to enjoy it?
you should write a book man, I’d read that shit