Vous donneriez quoi comme conseil à vous ado ?

ou à un adolescent random ?

Fonce champion

Ecoute pas les conseils

Commence par le cannabis, Taz et ensuite l'héroïne .

Ne brûle pas les étapes

Achete des bitcoins

Range ta chambre

T'es cinglé et immature, ouvre les yeux et arrête de déconner

et lui il me dirait: wouaaaaa mais c'est quoi cette tête ?

et moi je répondrai: j'suis fatigué

Fait pas comme j'ai fait

Meilleur conseil je valide

Une bonne baffe
Puis une deuxième...

t'es bipolaire arrete la drogue

Aucun conseil, je laisserai cette petite merde se vautrer et devenir ce que je suis car j'ai une vie plutôt pas mal maintenant

Commence la muscu et le streetworkout + running p'tite baltringue

Perds pas de temps à faire des études qui t'intéresses pas, demandes toi ce qui te passionnes, et va là-dedans, écoutes pas les gens, croit en toi, et fais ce que t'aimes, si t'as quelque chose. Si t'as pas, voyage, prend des risques, mets toi en danger, il va t'arriver des trucs, et tu vas grandir. Tu seras toujours meilleurs dans un truc que t'aimes. Dis toi aussi que, si tu bosses bien et que tu le fais en étant en plus quelqu'un d'agréable à cotoyer, tu passeras devant 95% des gens. Si tu crois pas en toi personne croira en toi.

Je recommanderais à n'importe qui de lire ce texte assez court sur la sincérité, écrit par le jeune Hunter Thompson, journaliste-mercenaire qui a inventé un genre journalistique qui s'appelle le Gonzo, et qui a écrit Las Vegas Parano (Fear and laughing in Las Vegas), qui n'est pas qu'un film mais un travail journalistique initialement, et le but de Thompson était de partir à la recherhce du reve américain à Las Vegas, ce qu'il a trouvé est le film que vous connaissez surement.

Bref, ce gars a écris un texte sur le rapport à la sécurité quand il avait... 17 ans, et donc le voici :

Security ... what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?

Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

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