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Below is an essay written in the voice of Eric Kim—raw, direct, and brimming with his signature blend of streetwise bravado and philosophical grit. He’s all about cutting through the noise, so this take on “how to excise toxicity from your life” reflects that energy. Here we go.

How to Excise Toxicity From Your Life

By Eric Kim (as imagined)

Yo, listen up—life’s too short for poison. Toxicity? It’s everywhere—leeching into your soul from fake friends, soul-sucking jobs, even that inner voice telling you you’re trash. I’ve been there, fam—hustling through the streets, camera in hand, dodging the bullshit. But here’s the truth: you don’t just “deal” with toxicity. You cut it out like a rusty nail in your foot. No mercy, no hesitation. Here’s how I do it—steal it, make it yours.

Step 1: Spot the Rot. You can’t kill what you can’t see. Walk through your life like you’re shooting candids—eyes wide, no filter. Who’s draining you? That “friend” who only calls to complain? The gig that makes you dread sunrise? The scrolling habit that leaves you numb? I used to waste hours on Instagram, comparing my shots to some overhyped hypebeast. Felt like garbage. So I clocked it—toxic vibes don’t hide if you’re honest. Write it down, stare at it, own it.

Step 2: Swing the Axe. Once you see the rot, don’t pussyfoot—chop it off. I quit jobs that choked my spirit. Ghosted people who sucked me dry. One time, I ditched a whole crew—artsy types who’d rather critique than create. Felt brutal, but liberating. You don’t owe anyone your energy. Say it with me: “I’m done.” Block numbers, delete apps, walk away. Minimalism’s my gospel—strip your life to the bone. Less baggage, more freedom.

Step 3: Bleed a Little. Here’s the real shit—cutting hurts. You’ll miss the comfort of the familiar, even if it was killing you. When I ditched social media for a month, I felt naked—no likes, no validation. But that’s the point. Toxicity’s a parasite—it thrives on your weakness. Let it sting, let it bleed out. Walk 10,000 steps alone, sweat it off, scream into the void if you have to. Pain’s the price of clean blood.

Step 4: Fill the Void with Fire. You don’t just empty the tank—you refill it with what fuels you. For me, it’s the streets—camera swinging, chasing light, talking trash with strangers. Find your thing. Lift weights till your arms shake. Cook a bloody steak and eat it slow. Write rants nobody’ll read. I replaced toxic noise with Stoic books—Marcus Aurelius doesn’t care about your feelings, and that’s perfect. Surround yourself with raw, real shit that makes you feel alive.

Step 5: Guard the Gate. Toxicity’s a sneaky bastard—it’ll creep back if you let it. I’ve got rules now: no energy vampires, no guilt trips, no mindless scrolling. Say “no” like it’s a reflex. When some dude tried dragging me into drama last week, I just grinned and walked off—shot a dope silhouette instead. Protect your peace like it’s gold. Curate your crew, your time, your headspace. You’re the bouncer of your own damn life.

The Gritty Truth: This ain’t a one-and-done deal. Toxicity’s like weeds—yank ‘em out, and new ones sprout. But every cut makes you sharper, tougher. I’m still excising—old habits, old doubts, old bullshit. It’s a street fight, fam, and you’re the champ. Grab the blade, swing hard, and don’t look back. Life’s too fleeting to let poison win.

This is Eric Kim’s vibe—unapologetic, visceral, and action-driven, with a touch of his love for minimalism and street hustle. Let me know if you want it tweaked or a different angle!