DESTROY

If it doesn't serve you, it owns you.

That’s the measure. Not what it cost. Not who gave it to you. Not how long you've kept it. If it doesn’t strengthen your position, it's a liability.

Lunatics are not collectors of nostalgia. We do not stockpile intentions. We are not storage units for the ideas of the past. We are architects of the present, and builders of the future. Anything not helping build—gets cleared.

You don't declutter to breathe. You destroy to command. You assess the objects in your world like a general surveys the battlefield: by what moves you forward and what holds you back.

Does it empower you? Keep it.
Does it sharpen you? Keep it.
Does it require upkeep but offer no return? Gone.
Does it fill a shelf to avoid a decision? Gone.

If it has value to others, sell it. If it’s urgent to give, donate it. But don’t let someone else’s imagined future turn your present into a museum. If no one wants it, destroy it. Value only exists when it’s acted on. Without action, it’s fiction.

This is not about white walls or matching furniture. This is not about design. It is about dominion. Dominion over what enters your space. Dominion over what remains in it. Ownership begins with decision.

You don’t need less. You need precision.
You don’t need to simplify. You need sovereignty.
You don’t minimize to look clean. You destroy to stay free.

The world piles on noise. Your task is to erase it. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly. Without hesitation. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s necessary.

Destruction is not the end.
It’s the beginning of control.