Why viewing yourself as a black box is one of the best things you can do
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There was a time not too long ago in my life where I thought that working as hard as I could on whatever I cared about would lead to success. This is what I was taught — this what we’re all were taught. Invariably, I didn’t work as hard as I’d expected and figured I didn’t care enough. This was a pattern that emerged both in short and long arcs of my life, revealed in my hobbies, my relationships, my studies, my health. I’d want to sleep more consistently, but I’d sleep less. I’d want to do better in class, but I’d slack off on Reddit more. I wanted to work out, but instead I’d snack throughout the day. My will was fickle and feckless. It’d spite me with reckless abandon, gushing in gloriously one night and eluding me for weeks. Eventually (and incorrectly), I figured that I didn’t <em>really</em> care about anything. Interests were flings. Hobbies were fads. Passions were fake. Rarely, was I choosing where I wanted to go and actually going there.