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Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”

Book by Lokesh Tuli · 12 quotes · The New Sincerity, Visceral Reality, Authenticity

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“They don't tell you about the curse of travelling. You went out there and saw the colors, tasted the wine, saw the chaos. You expanded our minds until they couldn't fit back into these little boxes people call ‘NORMAL lives.' Now, the local gossip feels petty. The 9-to-5 feels like a cage. It’s the curse of the wanderer. You fit in everywhere, so you don't fit in anywhere.”

“When you travel, You fall in love in fast-forward. Because you know there is an expiration date. You know one of you has a flight on Tuesday. It’s not romance. Don't kid yourself. It’s a desperation. You’re alone in a city that doesn't speak your language. You find someone else who looks just as lost as you. You hold onto each other. You squeeze a lifetime into a weekend. You swear it means something. Then the train comes. The bus leaves. And you’re just left with a phone number you’ll never call and a spot in the bed that gets cold real fast. It’s a cheap trick. But we fall for it every time.”

“Honor is a concept invented by the winning side to make the losing side feel better about getting their teeth kicked in. If some suit tries to take what’s yours, you don’t challenge him to a gentleman’s duel. You find his weakness, you find out what he loves, and you hit him there so hard he forgets his own bloody name. You go scorched earth. You make sure he never, ever tries to come back at you again.”

“Who gives a flying fuck about Q3 projections? When you are on your deathbed, rattling out your last breath, are you going to think fondly about the time you optimized the synergy of your workload? Bullshit! You’re going to think about the women you didn’t sleep with, the wine you didn’t drink, and the fights you didn’t start because you had an early meeting the next morning.”

“You know whats the worst thing in the damn world? It’s the alarm clock on a Monday morning. You go out and see the world, and you feel blood pumping in your veins. You feel like a human being. Then you come back. To the traffic. To the boss who hates his wife. To the rent. You trade the sunsets for a paycheck. You trade your life for a little bit of comfort. It’s not a life. It’s a waiting room for death. And the worst part is, now that you’ve seen the exit... staying feels like suicide.”