Today everybody has a voice. And as a result, those who’ve won retreat from interaction, they don’t want to be dragged down into the hole of the delusional, who just want to grab your tail and whip you around and around, wearing you out in the process.

Furthermore, feedback is so instant and the haters so vocal that today you need a new characteristic to make it, a tough skin, because if you rise above, you’re going to be inundated with feedback from nobodies…

You are not alone… We live in an incomprehensible world where the dumb reign and the smart check out.

Bob  Lefsetz tells it like it is. Complement with Amanda Palmer on the vulnerability of sharing your work online and Benjamin Franklin’s trick for handling haters.

Actually, Brené Brown said it best"If you’re not in the arena also getting your ass kicked, I’m not interested in your feedback." 

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  • boomerstarkiller67:

    Darth Vader leading Luke to the Emperor’s underground lair on Coruscant - Concept art by Ralph McQuarrie

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    "Badass Versions of Beloved Characters"

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  • Utada Hikaru preforming Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

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    When a boy of fourteen or fifteen discovers that he is more given to introspection and consciousness of self than other boys his age, he easily falls into the error of believing it is because he is more mature than they are. This was certainly a mistake in my case. Rather it was because the other boys had no such need of understanding themselves as I had: they could be their natural selves, whereas I was to play a part, a fact that would require considerable understanding and study. So it was not my maturity but my sense of uneasiness, my uncertainly, that was forcing me to gain control over my consciousness. Because such consciousness was simply a steppingstone to aberration, and my present thinking was nothing but uncertain and haphazard guesswork.

    — Yukio Mishima, Confessions of a Mask

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