📌 Blog Post 22 — “Done With Books”

📌 Blog Post — Done With Books

I think I’m done writing books. Why?

It’s not because I hate writing or because I don’t have any stories left in me. But because I’ve realized something simple: this was never really about “a career.”

When I started publishing, I wasn’t aiming to be the next bestseller. All I asked for was enough to cover some McChicken burgers 🍔 and Fanta 🥤. That was it. A simple exchange: my words for a few nuggets and an orange drink.

Yet not one cent came in. Not even a pity buy. I even burned my allowance trying to promote them 📉, and still… nothing.

Screw being an indie author. You just get buried. ⚰️

And even if it somehow did work? I never saw it as something viable in the long term. Afterall, i was never really chasing “author money” anyway. The books were just side projects. A way to test myself, put thoughts into the world, and see what happened. And hopefully if it was possible, enough to cover some McChicken burgers 🍔 and Fanta 🥤. But yeah, tragic ending isn’t it?

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized: earning through passion might just be a pipe dream 💭.

People always say, ‘follow your heart ❤️, chase your dream 🌠, if you love it enough it’ll pay 💸.’ But in reality, most people drown in obscurity while the algorithm eats them alive .

I once wrote books for passion, maybe even to help in some way. But now? — Yeah, it’s all gone. I am what remains. And perseverance will be my sword on my path to success.

So I’m pivoting 🔄. Not to flashy “follow your dreams” stuff. But into industries most might consider boring but actually earn. Maybe things like Logistics 🚚. Soap 🧼. Packaging 📦. Hell, even nail polish 💅 — I don’t care. I could always outsource the ass-kissing of customers 🙄. Basically, I won’t be restricted to one place 🌍. I’ll be a jack of all trades if I have to 🛠️.

Sure, some may say this is business nihilism 💀. Who cares. Unlike most, I have no corporate dreams 🏢. After all, corporate dreams are usually about legacy 📜 or something glamorous ✨. I couldn’t care less about that. We’re all going to be fleeting memories someday ⏳.

So just do you 👍 — I’ll do me 😎.

Others can chase corporate dreams. I’ll be chasing the bag through any legal means necessary 💼.

I’ll be expecting failures along the way though. Let’s just call it character development 🎭. I’m only 18, after all. I’ve still got time ⏳.

I’ll somehow have to balance uni 🎓 and a few jobs with it though. Man, life is a hassle 😮‍💨. Mom, I might be asking for money on burgers and Fanta — you know the deal 🍔🥤.

And honestly? Humans only live for a hundred years at best. Why lie to myself by trying to find some “greater meaning” in life?

We exist because we do🌌. That’s it.

And I plan to enjoy the time given to me before death comes knocking ☠️. Hopefully that’s decades away.

Still… I’ve barely lived. So to the Grim Reaper 💀: let me live a bit, okay?

Anyways, passion can stay a hobby. Wealth will come from being practical.

Work smart > work hard ⚖️.

But still the foundation will be through hard work.

💰 On Wealth

As to how rich? Who knows. Maybe in the hundreds of thousands 💵. Maybe a few millions 💷. Maybe a few billions 🏦. Who knows?🤷‍♂️ That’s up to fate.

But I will be making fate yield to me through perseverance. After all, only the strong-willed make it to the top 🏔️.

And as to why fate will yield? Because I said so — and so shall it be ⚡.

And if, against all odds, I fail? Who cares. I would have given it my all. There will be no regrets ✊. I’d still end up with a comfortable life, and I’ve got nearly a decade ahead of me to figure it out anyway ⏳.

Either way, comfort is inevitable. As to how comfortable? Yeah… no idea 🤷‍♂️.

Although I’d probably land around the millionaire tier.

But if there’s one thing I do know? I’ll be rich. Undoubtedly.

And to those who might call me delusional or say I’m a young man with dreams, everyone once had them, Know this: I don’t have dreams, because my dreams will become a reality. ✨

And the only “dream” I do have? Peace. 🕊️

Peace while living in the best luxury money can buy — without being ostentatious. Low key. Private. Safe. Comfortable.

I want to play 🎮, rest 😴, eat 🍔, drink 🍊, wear clean quiet luxury 👕, maybe vibe a little 🎶, maybe sleep a lot 🛌. Basically? A carefree life.

And to live that life, I need the bag. And I will get it — by any ethical means necessary.

Not passion. Not fame. Just freedom.
And freedom has a price tag. 🏷️

And if somehow I land “only” in the hundreds of thousands bracket (unlikely, but let’s humor the idea)😅that’s still enough for a good life. Plus, who’s to say my future wife won’t be a billionaire?😏 Who knows?💍 Life has its plot twists. 🎲

Although chances of that are low, and if it somehow happens, it will also depend on if I like her though… and vice versa 😉.

And even if i do like someone and she isn’t — who cares? If I earn hundreds of thousands annually, I believe that should be enough to support everyone around me anyway.

📚 On the Books

As for the books? Just check the homepage or skim this:

(E-books)

✅ Three are complete.

• The Abyss of Human Nature

• Restoring the Tired Mind

• 100 Strategies to Win Over a Girl

❌ One is gone.

• The Rise of the Apex Lawyer 🚫
  Five chapters and that’s it. Don’t waste your time waiting for more.

🤔 Two I’ll still consider.

• The Veiled Monarch 🐉

• Ascension of the Lightborn ✨

If enough of you read the previews and actually want them, I might continue one — maybe both. Truth is, I liked them.

⚠️ Note on Formats:
The e-books in PDF form won’t be free — they’re full-on series, and producing them is time-consuming. If you want the polished versions, they’ll cost a little. And if you ever want paperback volumes, those cost too — printing and taxes are real.

But again, books were side projects. A test run. Maybe they weren’t even good enough. Who knows? 🤷‍♂️

📝 On the Blogs

The blogs? They’re different.

I’ve been blogging for months. My analytics fluctuate 📊. Maybe you skimmed. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe you bounced. Who cares? Nobody left comments anyway.

I’m practically blogging to the void now 🌌. This post? Maybe a few will read it. Maybe none. Who cares. This is my personal archive.

I’ll keep posting — sometimes announcements 📢, sometimes takes ✍️, sometimes just me ranting about life or games 🎮. No consistency. No fake schedule. Just what I feel like.

But here’s the catch: the blogging section will be locked once I turn 20. 🔒

Not deleted — just sealed. At that point, this site pivots into my personal digital library. Or better yet: a blogallery 🖼️. A space for future me to look back and see all the chaos I threw into the world 🌪️. Basically, my digital sanctuary 🕊️.

So read while you can 👀. Quote it, argue with it, share it. Because the free era doesn’t last forever ⏳.

Why? Because that’s when my real journey begins 🚀. My main projects will start with immediate effect. And this whole space? It’ll be a lot more personal — closer to a diary 📖, messages to my future self ✉️ answering versions of me in his past. So enjoy it while it lasts if you’re reading this 🌌.

And just to be clear, I’m closing in on 19 🎂. So yeah — you’ve only got a year and a few months left from the date this post was published ⏰. If you liked any of those books 📚, download them while you still can 🏃‍♂️💨.

Also, don’t assume this site will always be here ⚠️. Hosting costs hundreds of pounds every year 💷. I could pay and keep it up 💳, or I could just as easily decide to spend that money on chicken burgers 🍔 instead. Maybe I pay one year ✅, skip the next ❌, bring it back online for a bit 🔄, then let it drop again 🕳️. Could go up and down until one day it doesn’t come back at all 🪦.

Download what you can, when you can 📥.
No second chances. 🚫
If it disappears, it disappears 🌑.

Oh well — who cares 🤷‍♂️. I’m practically blogging to the void anyway 🌌👻.

— Chaos Samuel
✨ Writing without permission. Living without labels.