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Algorithm of Ambition: A YouTuber's Journey

May 3
Scenario: A boy who want grow on youtube he has many youtube content ideas but he is lazy he has lot of knowledge of youtube algorithm
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A boy who want grow on youtube he has many youtube content ideas but he is lazy he has lot of knowledge of youtube algorithm
I’m a boy and I want to grow on YouTube.
It’s not that I’m not motivated in general, I just battle with laziness.
When I tell my friends Sarah and Mark this, they look at me as if I’ve grown two heads.
How can someone who is so ambitious and has such a burning desire to create, actually be lazy?
It’s like my mind is too busy for my body.
I have all these amazing ideas for content, but when it comes to actually producing it, I just can’t be bothered.
My room is a classic example of this.
It’s cluttered and messy, filled with pieces of video equipment, notebooks with half-written scripts and other random bits and pieces, from previous projects that never came to fruition.
I’m lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling when the idea strikes me.
It’s a brilliant concept for a video and I can’t believe I haven’t thought of it before.
Reacting to our earliest videos!
It’s genius!
I sit up quickly, as my mind goes into overdrive.
I have to check my schedule, but I think I can probably film it this weekend.
I grab my phone and check the date.
Yes, perfect timing.
I’ve got an idea that might go viral and if it does, it will be proof to Sarah and Mark that this YouTubing thing could actually become a career.
The only problem is that I have to actually make the video first.
The novelty of having the idea has already worn off and I’m not sure I have the energy or motivation to actually put in the effort required to make it happen.
I sigh heavily and lie back down on my bed.
This is the part of being lazy that I hate the most.
I want to do something, but I just can’t be bothered moving from where I am right now.
My phone starts ringing and I look at the screen to see Sarah’s name flashing at me.
I groan as I swipe on the screen to answer her call.
“Hey,” I say dismally.
“What are you doing?”
I roll my eyes and I’m grateful she can’t see me right now.
I shrug and then remember that she can’t see that either.
“Nothing,” I reply.
“I think you’re lying,” Sarah says cheerfully.
“How do you do that?”
I ask in amazement and then wonder why I sound so surprised when she does it all the time.
“It’s my superpower,” she replies brightly.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to keep talking in monosyllables?”
“I’m not motivated,” I admit reluctantly.
“You have so much you want to do though,” she says with a frown in her voice and now she sounds surprised.
“I know,” I say with a sigh.
“It’s like my brain is too busy thinking of all this stuff and my body is too lazy to keep up.”
“Just do it,” she says firmly and now she sounds bossy.
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I laugh at her tone and shake my head.
It’s something that Sarah tells me all the time and even though it annoys me, it also works.
She knows how much I want to be successful on YouTube and how important it is for me to put in the effort if I want my channel to grow.
I’ve been working on refining my content recently and trying to stay ahead of changes in YouTube’s algorithm so that people will keep watching my videos and they will rank highly in search results.
It’s not easy, but it is necessary and despite what Sarah occasionally says about me being lazy, my friends know how seriously I take my job as a YouTuber and they respect me for it.
They also know that when I feel like this there’s nothing they can say to make me get out of bed and start working.
The only thing that helps is when they give me the space and time to come up with my own motivation.
I don’t take advantage of that and they know it.
Sarah is patient and she listens to what I have to say.
She never interrupts when she calls and even though she knows that what she says makes a difference, she also knows that sometimes there’s nothing she can do to help.
There are times when she just has to let me be and that’s exactly what she does now.
“I know,” she says gently.
“Just remember why you started doing this in the first place and how far you’ve come since then.”
“Thanks,” I say with an appreciative smile on my face.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
I hang up and then roll over.
I close my eyes and I’m just about to fall asleep when my phone starts ringing again.
I pick it up and answer without looking at the screen.
“I’m not in the mood, Sarah.”
“It’s not Sarah,” Mark says with a chuckle.
“It’s me.”
“What’s up?”
I ask, trying to sound awake and alert.
“I’m coming over.”
The call ends and I sigh as I push myself off the bed and start getting ready for his arrival.
He must be really bored if he wants to hang out with me on a Friday night.
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I hear a knock on the door a few minutes later and I go to answer it.
Mark is standing on the other side, a playful smile on his face.
He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie.
It’s almost as if he’s getting ready for a date.
I feel a pang of jealousy in my chest but I quickly push it aside.
I don’t have time to worry about that right now.
“What’s up?”
I ask, stepping aside so he can come in.
He heads into the living room and sits down on the couch.
I sit down next to him.
“Yeah, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m okay,” I say with a shrug.
“How are you?”
Mark is one of my closest friends, but we haven’t seen each other for a while because we’ve both been so busy with work.
He’s in his last year of university, studying computer science, and he has a part-time job at my dad’s company.
I’ve been spending most of my time making videos for my YouTube channel, which has been growing steadily but slowly.
“I’m good,” he replies.
“I’ve just been really busy with school and work, but I’m almost done with my classes for the semester so I’ll have more time to hang out.”
“That’s good,” I say with a nod.
“I’ve been working a lot too, but I think I’m starting to get burned out.”
“You need to take a break, man,” Mark says sympathetically.
“You’ve been working so hard and you definitely deserve it.”
“I know,” I say with a sigh.
“But I also know what happens when I do that.
I end up getting lazy and losing all motivation to work.
I can’t afford that right now.”
“You’re so weird,” he says with a laugh.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“I know,” I say with a shrug.
“I’m just different, I guess.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes before Mark speaks again.
“Have you thought about what your USP is going to be?”
he asks, his tone serious.
I look at him blankly.
“What are you talking about?”
“He’s asking what makes your channel unique,” Sarah says as she walks into the room.
She gives Mark a kiss on the cheek and then sits down next to me on the couch.
I shrug, not sure how to answer that question.
“There are so many YouTube channels out there,” Sarah says thoughtfully.
“You need to find a way to stand out from the crowd if you want to be successful.”
“Exactly,” Mark agrees.
“So what are you going to do to make your channel different from all the others?”
“I don’t know,” I say truthfully.
The truth is that I haven’t given it much thought.
I’ve just been making videos that I think are interesting but I haven’t really put much effort into figuring out what sets me apart from everyone else.
Sarah looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking again.
“What if you used your life experiences as part of your content?”
she suggests.
“For example, you could make videos about your relationship with your family or your friends.
You could talk about the things that you’re passionate about and why they matter to you.
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“I like that idea,” I say with a nod.
“Yeah, that could work,” Mark agrees.
“I think it would be a great way to show people who you really are and why they should watch your channel.”
I smile at them.
“Thanks for the advice, guys.”
They both smile back at me.
“Anytime, man,” Mark says.
“We’re always here to help and support you.”
I nod, feeling grateful to have such amazing people in my life.
I’m not sure where I’d be without them.
The truth is that I’m kind of a mess most of the time.
I don’t take care of myself the way that I should, and it shows.
I often forget to brush my hair or change out of my pajamas for days at a time.
My hair is long and wavy, and it has a tendency to frizz up if I don’t take care of it properly.
But more often than not, I just let it do its own thing because I can’t be bothered to deal with it.
As a result, I look like a hot mess most of the time.
My hair is usually tangled and knotted, and I have dark circles under my eyes from staying up late editing videos.
But even though I may look like a disaster, I have big dreams and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make them come true.
I’ve always loved the idea of making YouTube videos.
It’s the perfect platform for me to share my thoughts and ideas with the world, and I’m determined to make the most of this opportunity.
Sarah and Mark are used to seeing me looking like a mess.
They know that I have a tendency to let myself go sometimes, especially when I’m in the middle of a project.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t notice or that they don’t care.
On the contrary, they’re always looking out for me and trying to make sure that I’m taking care of myself.
That’s why Sarah is currently standing outside my bedroom door, knocking on it insistently as she waits for me to answer.
I can hear her calling my name, but I ignore her for as long as possible, knowing that I look like a hot mess and that she’s going to laugh when she sees me.
Eventually, I get out of bed and open the door, and Sarah immediately bursts into laughter when she sees me.
“I told you,” she says to Mark, who has come in behind her.
“I told you he’d look like this.”
“Shut up,” I grumble, feeling embarrassed.
Mark grins at me, clearly amused by my appearance.
“You look like you just rolled out of bed,” he observes.
“Have you even brushed your hair yet today?”
“No,” I admit, running my fingers through my tangled locks.
“I haven’t had a chance to shower yet either.”
Sarah laughs again.
“You’re absolutely disgusting,” she says, but there’s affection in her voice.
I know that she doesn’t mean it in a mean way because that wouldn’t be like her.
She’s always been supportive and kind, even when I don’t deserve it, and I appreciate that about her more than I can say.
I smile at her, and her laughter fades into silence.
She looks up at me, her blue eyes bright and playful.
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