/lit/ - Literature

I’m absorbed in regret that I didn’t dedicate myself at 13 to become the ultimate writer by reading 2 hours a day, removing environmental toxins and mass media poison from my body, and clearing my mind through meditation and philosophy. I calculated that I would have finished every book I’m interested in, most major masterpieces, and a good overview of all the non fiction categories that interest me, and likely be at genius level by age 25 (my current). I’m also in my prime creativity now and would be in the best spot to produce a masterpiece. But I failed to have the discipline or foresight to do it. I could try now but my mind was already polluted and is being set in stone so nothing I make will ever be as good as what my potential was and it eats me inside.