>>3018 But to be honest, my parents divorce and shit doesn't affect me in any way. I have a good relationship with them.

>>3018 Nice. >>3019 You need different friends for sure. But what exactly about your appearance ? Be specific and brutal. >>3020 Explain. Is it that you don't know the local language ?

>>3023 I'm Southie, college is in North India, don't know Hindi. There are some students from my state here, but I dont wanna hang out with them much as I want to meet new people from different places. >what about your appearance They say 'Shakal dekh iska'

>>3025 Most importantly, you need thick skin to survive in North. People will suppress you if they sense weakness. Shamelessness is a necessary quality for success i.e. you do what you must, regardless of what people say or do. Its not fair, but it will make you strong. > Inthi This will be seen as unfair, but make friends with people whose English is good, usually they will be from a better school and not engage in the common behaviour of suppressing others. > They say 'Shakal dekh iska' Naarthies aka anything north of middle Karnataka will use this. It can have many meanings. unless you have some issues with your appearence. Ignore it.

>>2985 what is this 8chan or is their anyhting interesting in dark web i m new here so please guide me if i can get something useful

>>3089 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imageboard https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39Bnk6VU53Y Welcome anon. Hope we see contributions from you

Improove anon here, nothing improoved bros.

>>3108 Stop being gay and try harder. It's been like a week.

>>3108 what happened ?

>>3113 My first midsems, gym and badminton wont be happening till next week. Can't control my internet addiction, I used to control it by cycling a lot but my cycles brakes aren't working. And Coke, Oreo shake and Doritos are too good bros, I can't stop consooming goyslop, although my dad will bring cashew nuts and badam next week when he'll come to visit me. Skincare routine I'll do it next month, my this month's budget has been blown out of proportion after goyslopmaxxing.

>>3115 You have a terrible mindset >I can't control >I can't stop You are the ONLY person who can control that. There are no easy answers. Stop abdicating responsibility and take accountability. You are the reason you have not achieved your goals.

>>3115 You are trying to do too many things together. Easier to start small. You have to feed the sub-concious anon. You cannot change your habits suddenly because you want to. Your rational mind was never in control.

>>3115 >used to control it by cycling You aren't controlling it, you are just substituting it with something else, and now that you can't substitute it you are reverting back to whatever you were doing before it, perhaps out of boredom or just a need of gratification. You have to realize it by yourself that you surf the internet or just spend time on social media or whatever it is that you do, not because you like it but simply because you consider it better than doing nothing.

>>2983 https://waitbutwhy.com/2014/06/taming-mammoth-let-peoples-opinions-run-life.html Relevent

>>2983 Been 2 months. How is it going retard?

>>3164 go and learn how to read dates, big brain

>>3165 It's been 6 months retard how is it going?

>>3167 kek

>>2983 improoveanon is back after 4 months, it's so OVER bros >skincare routine broke as fuck >more socializing and less time on imageboards and sitting at my roo exactly what happened and fucked up my first sem >gigamogging posture like a steel rod was inserted up my ass still a lanklet >gymming from today not regular, add exams and winter recess, fucked it up >1 hour of badminton everyday only thing that I did. >study hard and 8+cpi 5.75 ;( >cycling and travelling travelling yes, has seen almost all historical sites in Delhi >1 hour of book reading 3 months since I last picked a book >1 kino every week Didn't happen >being confident with girls My interaction with women is even worse these days.

>>4201 fall in love anon love can uniro instill discipline upon a man no other thing can

>>4204 Unironically true and good advice. Use your genetic urges to hack your life.

>>4204 I would also like to add that love doesn't mean to only love a woman love anything, ideologies are a good choice become a alt-right hindutvafag/nationalist, remind yourself that you pain is a mere step in the direction of acheiving glory for bharat mata. beatup local mullah for additional confidence have sex with a randi for peak performance

>>4234 Sex with uncouth women and uncouth intentions always brings sorrow. In many forms too that is. Better to mastrubate. Women can fuck with men in so many ways. That said, love and desire for them, motivates men in ways that other things cannot.

>>2983 >1 kino per week up the number kinochuche

>>4204 unironically this ,I was in the chaddest mental state of my life with my first girlfriend ,my looks improved ,my personality improved and my dedication towards keeping myselft fit too because bitch needs good dicking at every weekend we met ,I used to clear 10ks like it's nothing ,she made me a better person but then she left for her hometown and things didn't workout like we want them to

>>4963 I am still the same but with the girl you keep yo self in control like you do >less bakchodi with your friend groups in college giving that sense of mystery aura around you >you keep that poker face >you look serious all the time because you know people do hehehehahah just to get attention of masses in the class >finally you keep the shit to yourself or your girlfriend >the validation seeking part just chokes itself >your self confidence is ATH because of all the validation from your girl

>>4964 I am all of this without a girl

>>4965 अति आधारित

>>4965 you are autistic

oward the end of April 1519, after months of illness, the artist Leonardo da Vinci felt certain that his death was only a few days away. For the past two years Leonardo had been living in the château of Cloux in France, the personal guest of the French king, François I. The king had showered him with money and honors, considering him the living embodiment of the Italian Renaissance, which he had wanted to import to France. Leonardo had been most useful to the king, advising him on all kinds of important matters. But now, at the age of sixty-seven, his life was about to end and his thoughts turned toward other things. He made out his will, received the holy sacrament in church, and then returned to his bed, waiting for the end to come. As he lay there, several of his friends—including the king—visited him. They noticed that Leonardo was in a particularly reflective mood. He was not someone who usually liked to talk about himself, but now he shared memories from his childhood and youth, dwelling on the strange and improbable course of his life. Leonardo had always had a strong sense of fate, and for years he had been haunted by one particular question: is there some kind of force from within that makes all living things grow and transform themselves? If such a force in nature existed, he wanted to discover it, and he looked for signs of it in every thing he examined. It was an obsession. Now, in his final hours, after his friends had left him alone, Leonardo would have almost certainly applied this question in some form or another to the riddle of his own life, searching for signs of a force or a fate that had brought about his own development and guided him to the present. Leonardo would have begun such a search by first thinking back to his childhood in the village of Vinci, some twenty miles outside Florence. His father, Ser Piero da Vinci, was a notary and staunch member of the powerful bourgeoisie, but since Leonardo had been born out of wedlock, he was barred from attending the university or practicing any of the noble professions. His schooling therefore was minimal, and so as a child Leonardo was left mostly to himself. He liked most of all to wander through the olive groves around Vinci or to follow a particular path that led to a much different part of the landscape—dense forests full of wild boar, waterfalls cascading over fast-moving streams, swans gliding through pools, strange wildflowers growing out of the sides of cliffs. The intense variety of life in these forests enthralled him. One day, sneaking into his father’s office, he grabbed some sheets of paper—a rather rare commodity in those days, but as a notary his father had a large supply. He took the sheets on his walk into the forest, and sitting upon a rock he began to sketch the various sights around him. He kept returning day after day to do more of the same; even when the weather was bad, he would sit under some kind of shelter and sketch. He had no teachers, no paintings to look at; he did everything by eye, with nature as the model. He noticed that in drawing things he had to observe them much more closely and catch the details that made them come to life. Once he sketched a white iris, and in observing it so closely he was struck by its peculiar shape. The iris begins as a seed, and then it proceeds through various stages, all of which he had drawn over the past few years. What makes this plant develop through its stages and culminate in this magnificent flower, so unlike any other? Perhaps it possesses a force that pushes it through these various transformations. He would wonder about the metamorphosis of flowers for years to come. Alone on his deathbed, Leonardo would have thought back to his earliest years as an apprentice in the studio of the Florentine artist Andrea del Verrocchio. He had been admitted there at the age of fourteen because of the remarkable quality of his drawings. Verrocchio instructed his apprentices in all of the sciences that were necessary to produce the work of his studio—engineering, mechanics,

>>4973 chemistry, and metallurgy. Leonardo was eager to learn all of these skills, but soon he discovered in himself something else: he could not simply do an assignment; he needed to make it something of his own, to invent rather than imitate the Master. One time, as part of his studio work, he was asked to paint an angel in a larger biblical scene designed by Verrocchio. He had decided that he would make his portion of the scene come to life in his own way. In the foreground in front of the angel he painted a flowerbed, but instead of the usual generalized renderings of plants, Leonardo depicted the flower specimens that he had studied in such detail as a child, with a kind of scientific rigor no one had seen before. For the angel’s face, he experimented with his paints and mixed a new blend that gave it a kind of soft radiance that expressed the angel’s sublime mood. (To help capture this mood, Leonardo had spent time in the local church observing those in fervent prayer, the expression of one young man serving as the model for the angel.) And finally, he determined that he would be the first artist to create realistic angelic wings. For this purpose, he went to the marketplace and purchased several birds. He spent hours sketching their wings, how exactly they merged into their bodies. He wanted to create the sensation that these wings had organically grown from the angel’s shoulders and would bring it natural flight. As usual, Leonardo could not stop there. After his work was completed he became obsessed with birds, and the idea brewed in his mind that perhaps a human could really fly, if Leonardo could figure out the science behind avian flight. Now, several hours every week, he read and studied everything he could about birds. This was how his mind naturally worked—one idea flowed into another. Leonardo would certainly have recalled the lowest point in his life—the year 1481. The Pope asked Lorenzo de’ Medici to recommend to him the finest artists in Florence to decorate a chapel he just had built, the Sistine Chapel. Lorenzo complied and sent to Rome all of the best Florentine artists, excluding Leonardo. They had never really gotten along. Lorenzo was a literary type, steeped in the classics. Leonardo could not read Latin and had little knowledge of the ancients. He had a more scientific bent to his nature. But at the root of Leonardo’s bitterness at this snub was something else—he had come to hate the dependence forced upon artists to gain royal favor, to live from commission to commission. He had grown tired of Florence and the court politics that reigned there. He made a decision that would change everything in his life: He would establish himself in Milan, and he would devise a new strategy for his livelihood. He would be more than an artist. He would pursue all of the crafts and sciences that interested him—architecture, military engineering, hydraulics, anatomy, sculpture. For any prince or patron that wanted him, he could serve as an overall adviser and artist, for a nice stipend. His mind, he decided, worked best when he had several different projects at hand, allowing him to build all kinds of connections between them. Continuing his self-examination, Leonardo would have thought back to the one great commission that he accepted during this new phase of his life—an enormous bronze equestrian statue in memory of Francesco Sforza, the father of the current duke of Milan. The challenge for him was too irresistible. It would be of a scale no one had seen since the days of ancient Rome, and to cast something so large in bronze would require an engineering feat that had baffled all of the artists of his time. Leonardo worked on the design for months, and to test it out he built a clay replica of the statue and displayed it in the most expansive square in Milan. It was gigantic, the size of a large building. The crowds that gathered to look at it were awestruck—its size, the impetuous stance of the horse that the artist had captured, its terrifying aspect. Word spread throughout Italy of this marvel and people anxiously awaited its realization in bronze. For this purpose, Leonardo invented a totally new way of casting. Instead of breaking up the mold for the horse into sections, Leonardo would construct the mold as one seamless piece (using an unusual mix of materials he had concocted) and cast it as a whole, which would give the horse a much more organic, natural appearance.

>>4974 A few months later, however, war broke out and the duke needed every bit of bronze he could lay his hands on for artillery. Eventually, the clay statue was taken down and the horse was never built. Other artists had scoffed at Leonardo’s folly—he had taken so long to find the perfect solution that naturally, events had conspired against him. One time even Michelangelo himself taunted Leonardo: “You who made a model of a horse you could never cast in bronze and which you gave up, to your shame. And the stupid people of Milan had faith in you?” He had become used to such insults about his slowness at work, but in fact he regretted nothing from this experience. He had been able to test out his ideas on how to engineer large-scale projects; he would apply this knowledge elsewhere. Anyway, he didn’t care so much about the finished product; it was the search and process in creating something that had always excited him. Reflecting on his life in this way, he would have clearly detected the workings of some kind of hidden force within him. As a child this force had drawn him to the wildest part of the landscape, where he could observe the most intense and dramatic variety of life. This same force compelled him to steal paper from his father and devote his time to sketching. It pushed him to experiment while working for Verrocchio. It guided him away from the courts of Florence and the insecure egos that flourished among artists. It compelled him to an extreme of boldness—the gigantic sculptures, the attempt to fly, the dissection of hundreds of corpses for his anatomical studies—all to discover the essence of life itself. Seen from this vantage point, everything in his life made sense. It was in fact a blessing to have been born illegitimate—it allowed him to develop in his own way. Even the paper in his house seemed to indicate some kind of destiny. What if he had rebelled against this force? What if, after the Sistine Chapel rejection, he had insisted on going to Rome with the others and forced his way into the Pope’s good graces instead of seeking his own path? He was capable of that. What if he had devoted himself to mostly painting in order to make a good living? What if he had been more like the others, finishing his works as fast as possible? He would have done well, but he would not have been Leonardo da Vinci. His life would have lacked the purpose that it had, and inevitably things would have gone wrong. This hidden force within him, like that within the iris he had sketched so many years before, had led to the full flowering of his capacities. He had faithfully followed its guidance to the very end and, having completed his course, now it was time to die. Perhaps his own words, written years before in his notebook, would have come back to him in such a moment: “Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.”

>>4975 Among his various possible beings each man always finds one which is his genuine and authentic being. The voice which calls him to that authentic being is what we call “vocation.” But the majority of men devote themselves to silencing that voice of the vocation and refusing to hear it. They manage to make a noise within themselves…to distract their own attention in order not to hear it; and they defraud themselves by substituting for their genuine selves a false course of life. —JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET

>>4976 Think of it this way: What we lack most in the modern world is a sense of a larger purpose to our lives. In the past, it was organized religion that often supplied this. But most of us now live in a secularized world. We human animals are unique—we must build our own world. We do not simply react to events out of biological scripting. But without a sense of direction provided to us, we tend to flounder. We don’t how to fill up and structure our time. There seems to be no defining purpose to our lives. We are perhaps not conscious of this emptiness, but it infects us in all kinds of ways. Feeling that we are called to accomplish something is the most positive way for us to supply this sense of purpose and direction. It is a religious-like quest for each of us. This quest should not be seen as selfish or antisocial. It is in fact connected to something much larger than our individual lives. Our evolution as a species has depended on the creation of a tremendous diversity of skills and ways of thinking. We thrive by the collective activity of people supplying their individual talents. Without such diversity, a culture dies. Your uniqueness at birth is a marker of this necessary diversity. To the degree you cultivate and express it you are fulfilling a vital role. Our times might emphasize equality, which we then mistake for the need for everyone to be the same, but what we really mean by this is the equal chance for people to express their differences, to let a thousand flowers bloom. Your vocation is more than the work that you do. It is intimately connected to the deepest part of your being and is a manifestation of the intense diversity in nature and within human culture. In this sense, you must see your vocation as eminently poetic and inspiring. Some 2,600 years ago the ancient Greek poet Pindar wrote, “Become who you are by learning who you are.” What he meant is the following: You are born with a particular makeup and tendencies that mark you as a piece of fate. It is who you are to the core. Some people never become who they are; they stop trusting in themselves; they conform to the tastes of others, and they end up wearing a mask that hides their true nature. If you allow yourself to learn who you really are by paying attention to that voice and force within you, then you can become what you were fated to become—an individual, a Master.

>>4973 this is some anon's self improvement thread, /lit/ was the other thread

>>4985 The point I was trying to make is, improvement should be towards a purpose unique to ones purpose (and its pursuit) and not just general feel good bullshit.