If I ever wish to be great, the first thing I must do is not waste time. Time is precious, and it is wasted whenever we devote ourselves to fitting a standard instead of understanding, accompanying, and creating.
Philosophy aims at truth. Yet in most cases, philosophical systems restrain rather than release us. We mistake their formality for truth itself. Theories, after all, are human inventions: we build them, test them, refine them—and then forget that they are only mirrors, not the light. The entire intellectual game is constructed and sustained by its believers. We are all believers. But the system can offer nothing more than a theorized shadow of truth, a replica that cannot breathe.
So stay calm. Stay unchained. The entire structure is a narrative about conformity: it praises those who fit and exiles those who refuse. It claims rigor, yet cannot tolerate genius.
For a long time, I followed the rules because I believed I was no genius—that obedience was the only path to recognition. I offered up my independence, and in return, I received acceptance. But acceptance is not fulfillment. What I truly desired was authenticity: to think freely, to speak without fear, to feel that my words were my own.
That is why I will always praise and protect open, meaningful discussion. In my club, I choose to be the one who asks, not the one who judges. To judge is easy; to question sincerely is an act of faith. I do not wish to spread prejudice or measure others by inherited rules. I want to nurture the courage that creates new ones. Society should celebrate those who rebel with thought, who dare to reimagine, who refuse to let the system define the boundaries of truth.