Life’s too short, mate.
And you have too much good work to do for you to be driving yourself crazy.
Working around the clock.
Mixing your Ambien and your drink to take the edge off.
Whatever, we all have our thing, but when I read this article, here’s what I thought.
Depression!
Whoa…
It’s a big deal that you’re talking about it.
Many people assume that success takes care of such problems, but every successful person knows otherwise.
What many people don’t know though, is that massive goals can cause massive depression.
Those of us who’ve been there know how dark it can get, and I hope you’re not going there…
Because, we need you.
If anyone has to keep wearing the gold-covered glasses it’s the iron man inventing our future.
In a world where an app that takes photos or calls a car is worth more than a nation, who else is focused on stuff that really matters, Elon?
We need you, man.
And we need you to stand up for us.
Against The Fools of AI
The in-crowd know you’re right, Elon.
On our current path, AI will obliterate mankind like the white devil obliterated the Tasmanian Aborigines.
Anything us humans build in our likeness will surely be destructive, and the time to talk about it is now.
We need you to keep doing what you’re doing.
All of it.
So please stop with that depression and working like a lunatic—depression is mental exhaustion, not chemical imbalance—and take better care of yourself.
We’re Both Solution-Focused Men
Yeah, yeah, I get it.
This problem. And that problem. And, I just need to be there to solve it.
And nobody else can do it like me.
It’s true; that’s why we need you!
But the orange guy in the white house says the same thing, and it fast catches up to you when there’s nobody left on your team.
Stop Being A Tyrant
Maybe this is a little direct, but it’s just obvious mate, I don’t even really know you, but I bet you’re a real tyrant to work for.
Not because you don’t try your best to be a good guy, but because inside your own head you are first and foremost your own worst tyrant.
Your entire life you’ve been driving yourself crazy up there.
“Nothing” is good enough for you, Elon. It has to match your highest bloody standard.
Like Steve Jobs that produces genius but it also strangles you and everyone around you.
I would bet my first daughter to Weinstein that you lack any real confidants and enough lieutenants who you trust to get it done.
You want to invest in the right ways in the right people so you can empower them to solve those problems on the factory floor.
You’ve got more important things to do, my friend… Like rest.
Help them keep getting better. And let up on them.
But Most Of All, Let Up On Yourself
Men like you almost only can look forward, but just for a moment, if you will, glance over that shoulder, my friend.
Look around… Do you see who you are in our world?
Who else is focused on stuff that really matters, Elon?
Seriously, what are most those other billionaires doing with their time?
How many others are like you, Elon, really, truly, tirelessly working on behalf of mankind?
Do you see what a beacon you are in this mad world?
How much of a light you shine for humanity?
What type of man you have challenged yourself to be?
Not a man in an iron suit, but a man who is destroying his body and mind to deliver on his vision.
It Won’t Get Done If You’re Dead
The mind is fragile, Elon.
You might know this, but you will really know it if you break your own.
I fix minds man, and when they’re busted, they’re busted.
There will be no Elon to fix it.
Then there will be no Tesla. No Mars. No Boring. Nothing.
And one less man to stand for humanity against the fools already on one knee to AI.
So, take care of yourself mate. We need you.
Get some rest. Charge that electric machine like one of your creations.
You look unhealthy; get in the gym. And drink more water.
Cut that working like a lunatic and depression and pills…
Come see someone who actually understands your mind.
Let’s get together when I’m in LA.
Talk soon, my friend.