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There Are No Guilty Pleasures

Go deep with the shit you love. Wear it on your sleeve with pride. Write a fucking thesis on it.

This is one of the pleasures of being alive. You get to experience the world in a visceral way, taking pleasure in how it changes you, marveling at the amazing coolness of whatever.

What we’re talking about here is the fundamental principle of consciousness. The subjective experience of living.

The act of being delighted and obsessed with dumb shit, or rather, finding meaning where no one else sees it.

When you find it, make sure you let everyone else know. If nothing else your enthusiasm may inspire them to look for their own magic.