Inside The University of Melbourne

I have a mission.

My mission is my priority.

My mission is my purpose.

Nobody can tell me what my mission is, I need to find it for myself.

I would rather succeed in my mission than get laid.

My mission means more to me than any girl, even my wife or long-term girlfriend.

I do not derive self-esteem and validation from external sources like Facebook, twitter. I get self-esteem and validation from how successful I am in pursuing my mission.

Money is not my main desire, but I will get money if I live my mission.

Pussy is not my main desire, but I will get pussy if I live my mission.

Status is not my main desire, but I will get status if I live my mission.

My mission is one that uses my natural aptitudes, my mission makes my strengths stronger.

My mission may be something that my parents and society approve of, but it doesn’t have to be.

My mission may help people and bring joy to the world, but it doesn’t have to.

I am dependent on nobody else for pursuing my mission, only myself.

My mission will be hard work. If it is easy, it is not a worthwhile mission.

People may or may not see the hours I will spend striving for my mission. That is okay because I am not doing it for them, I am doing it for me.

My mission may be my profession and daily bread for life, or my mission may end and give way for a new mission to begin.

If I do not have a mission, finding one is my top priority.

I am at my unhappiest when I do not have a mission to focus on.

I know that striving for a mission and failing is better than having no mission at all.

I am a man on a mission. Accept that or get the fuck out.