You've Got an Energy Problem

The modern world is a graveyard. Every sidewalk, every crowded train, every scroll through the digital world serves as a testament to the depleted state of human energy. People shuffle through their days like prisoners, their life force leaking out of them in increments so small they barely notice. But it’s there. The absence of energy is a gaping, silent wound in the collective psyche.

Everything, and I mean everything, is downstream from energy. Physical, metaphysical, spiritual, whatever you want to call it. Energy is holistic. It threads through your life like an invisible tether, and when it snaps, you notice. You wake up anxious, a dull throb of unease greeting you before the day has even begun. Depression isn’t some intangible, lurking beast; it’s the fallout from this fracture. If you wake up feeling powerless and then spend your day meandering through obligations you despise, then yes, you’ve got an energy problem.

You’ll cling to this lack of energy. You’ll call it normal. You’ll rationalize it. You’ll sink into learned helplessness, as if the world itself has conspired against you, and you’re just along for the joyless ride. But the truth is simpler and crueler: Until you fix your energy problem, you’ll continue to perish.

Nietzsche understood this well. He spoke of life as a struggle between the Apollonian and the Dionysian: structure and chaos, reason and instinct, intellect and vitality. Too many people live in the shadow of Apollo alone, clinging to routines and dead systems while their Dionysian spirit, the wild, unrestrained force of energy and action, atrophies.

Nietzsche’s Übermensch wasn’t some mythical hero untouched by struggle. It was a figure animated by boundless energy, the drive to affirm life despite its inherent suffering. To transcend, to create, to thrive, all hinges on energy. Without it, there’s nothing to overcome, just a resignation to mediocrity.

To move forward in life, to escape this pit, requires energy. Conviction. The ability to act, to take steps toward a life worth inhabiting. Without that, you’re adrift, a passenger in your own existence. Every situation will feel beyond your control. You’ll become a casualty of inertia, trapped in a cycle of mediocrity and despair.

Yet the antidote is deceptively simple. Input equals output. Garbage in, garbage out. If you eat like a malnourished rodent, you’ll feel like one. If you consume trash food, media, relationships, you’ll emit the same. If your day is spent acquiescing to demands from people you don’t respect, it will corrode you from the inside. When I talk about energy, I’m not talking poetic about chakras or cosmic vibrations; I mean the raw, unfiltered ability to act.

Look at the people you admire. The ones who seem untouchable, unstoppable. What do they have in common? Energy. Not talent. Not privilege. Energy. The will to wake up and press forward, the force to impose themselves on a world that would otherwise smother them.

Contrast that with the average person, who wears their exhaustion like a second skin. They breathe as though it’s a tax, one they bitterly resent. Their very existence radiates defeat. A lack of life force so palpable it’s repulsive. It’s not their face, their body, or their station in life that makes them unattractive; it’s their lack of conviction in themselves. The absence of energy is a foundational flaw, one that no amount of aesthetics or posturing can mask.

Energy is the fire that burns through mediocrity and despair, the fuel that powers reinvention. Without it, you’re little more than a ghost haunting the corridors of your own life.

In simple terms: Do something or perish.

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