A girl texted something along these lines:
Stop playing games, I know all about the waiting before text back strategy
I was not waiting to text her back. I had no strategy to text her back. I was responding to her when I got around to it.
Unlike the majority of today’s people I do not have my phone on me at all times. Many times its on the other side of the apartment or in a different room. Unplugged.
In recent years I have noticed that things that I used to consider have become second nature to me. I no longer need to study the body language of a person to know what they’re feeling or thinking, I merely glance and know. Raw processing power.
I do not choose the right words to say, they naturally come out. I look at girls I want to look at, ignore the rest. I have no ulterior motives, I merely do what I want. Freedom
I have attained a level of comfort in my environment that the majority will never attain.
Later that night I sat down and considered this revelation. When did I things that cause others social anxiety become second nature to me. Of course it is difficult to pin down, but it was all due to entering a level of detailed self-examination.
I studied myself. I discovered the traits that disgusted me. I learned what was necessary to rectify. I cured the underling causes and not merely the symptoms.
I decided that I needed to first build the foundations upon which greatness could stand. This required developing my body, mind, and spirit. My journey became a lifestyle.
I have reached the endgame of my journey to build my foundation. On to the next one.
I am now on the precipice of an open world before me. I am moving back to New York City and am shedding many obligations. I have the gift of youth, vitality, and understanding of self. I see the world for what it is, a joke that most will never understand. My smiles are never false and I am unconcerned by the haters.
It is time for me to begin examining what my next endgame will be.
Where will I be moving on from here.
What pieces are before me.
Many coast through life without distinction. They lack vision. They are content with their mediocre existence and potato chips. Societal Cannon Fodder.
You must do better than your neighbor. You must strive for greater heights than your best friend. You must always keep topping yourself.
You must take the time to vocalize what you wish from life. You must remind yourself of the challenges you will overcome. You constantly prepare and play your endgame.
What kind of life do you wish to live. Describe it with vivid detail. Plan your endgame.
If you read this blog, then you must have a wish for a life that will invoke jealousy in others. You are striving for an existence that is beyond the societal grind. You know deep in your heart that there is more to life than buying the kool-aid of the corporate life. You have seen the importance to live life while you still can and not let your best years pass you by.
The world is crumbling and you wish to rise from the rubble and survive while others are engulfed in the chaos. Checkmate.
Plan your next endgame. When you reach that juncture, plan the next endgame. Rinse, Repeat,
Let the haters continue gorging themselves into a mental, spiritual, and physical obesity.
There comes a time when you have attained a level of mental clarity that eludes the majority. Your spirit feels as if it came from the fires of Hephaestus himself. You look past your own shores for challengers. Antaeus.
Then one day you are reminded of your own fragility. The higher you rise the easier it is to tumble and perish. The higher you rise the more every stumble reminds you of what lies beneath. The higher you rise the more memorable every set back.
A few years ago I experienced the most tragic realization that can befall a young man. I was suffering from low testosterone.
I remember something was amiss when I recognized that for a number of weeks I did not wake up to slumber lumber. At first I did not think much of it, but then I noticed something else. Blood did not flow like the torrent that signifies a healthy man, nay I was embarrassed by the trickle that my body produced.
For those that have not experienced this event the fear is terrifying. One begins to wonder if it is a dietary or mental cause. You lay awake and attempt to figure out what your weakness is. Have I been over stressed? Have I had a spike in estrogen from BPAs? When was the last time I ate a steak?
What was especially concerning for me was that I was living with this debilitating condition when I was daily fighting with iron at the gym and getting knocked around in Muay Thai.
For a while I did not bring this issue up with my physician because I was rightly embarrassed. I thought that I could solve the issue with pure will and utilizing Bing. The internet claimed it was a common problem, but I wrote them off as trolls.
Eventually my social life began to suffer and I approached my doctor. She informed me that it was a common situation and that she had dealt with it a number of times. She was not sure if it was biological or psychological. She ordered tests and offered me Cialis.
I took the test, refused the Cialis. If I was to tumble down I would do it on my own volition, I would not utilize such a crutch.
The tests found that I had severely low testosterone for my age. Alpha-Male Kryptonite.
She offered me a few hints, but ultimately I understood that it would be up to me.
I went Paleo. Vegetables. Abundant Meats and Fish. Eggs. Healthy Fats.
I supplemented with Apple Cider Vinegar and Bee Pollen.
Bought a kettle-bell and started sprinting again.
Took kelp to regulate my thyroid.
Refused to wear or utilize almost any item that was not made of natural resources.
Glass containers, not plastic.
In a month the virility of youth returned. I was the God Min reborn.
My hair was strengthen and had a healthy sheen.
Skin became taut and muscles grew.
Female heads once again turned.
The blood of a smirking warrior once again flowed proudly through my being.
I remember the fear and trepidation I experienced that year ago. I remember the doubts that coursed through my mind. I embrace the feeling of weakness. I reminisce my pathetic moment.
I affirm my own fragility. I now climb to the top with greater humility.
It truly doesn’t take much to knock an eagle out of the sky.
Last night I was hanging out with my friend from the block. As we are prone to do, we ended up strolling through the neighborhood and wandering into the establishment of the local purveyor of the devil’s buttermilk. It was a relaxing evening of mostly people watching and catching up. However he did said something that brought me pause.
“I hear more goals being mentioned in one hour hanging out with you than I have all year.”
I am naturally an ambitious person and I have a list of accomplishments that I will attain. To me mentally and verbally reminding myself of what I must reap is an everyday occurrence. To me it is as normal and necessary as a diabetic taking insulin.
What caused me reflection after this statement was realizing that I have created myself a worldview where nothing can be beyond my grasp. As you dear readers well know my lifelong goal is to establish myself as an international playboy. However, to many of those that know me this phrase is no longer a lofty goal.
They hear me speak it with conviction and they can not help but believe. I am not uttering empty words, I am proclaiming a prophecy that will pass.
I do not sit on my haunches waiting for the celestial master to drop scraps into my dish. I stalk through the jungle that is life and seek out that which will be mine. Apex-Predator.
I took a small step yesterday and was fitted for my first custom suit. The tailor remarked that it was no wonder that off the rack suits look terrible on me. My build does not allow for it. This confirmed my own belief that I was not blessed to be among the masses. To the pessimist I am delusional. I am simply building a personal mythos.
I wake up each morning with happiness and with purpose. Complaints no longer poison my lips. The world is my chessboard and I am on my way towards attaining Grand Master. Your daughters may be future lovers.
You must ask yourself a simple question: where are you heading.
Where do you wish to be. Producer. Cancer researcher.
Where are you going.
If you know, do you speak with conviction or are you simply paying lip service.
Do you stand at your desk boggled by all the troubles life smothers you or do you recognize that life does not know your name, face, or dreams. Do you understand that life is indifferent to you.
Kindness and Cruelty are things that humans impart onto other humans. Life does not target you. Memento Mori.
As humans, dear readers we are made up of star dust. We are built from the remnants of celestial balls of fire, the stars. From our birth we are designed to be great; very few of us take up the call. Goes to Voicemail.
We allow the haters to corrupt our desires and trust in self. Kobayashi Maru.
Doubts naturally creep into our psyche for doubts are part of our ancestral self-preservation instincts.
You can only overcome those doubts if you know your heading. Warp Speed Mr. Sulu.
It takes a level of will power in order to bring oneself to a standard they earlier envied.
You look at those with riches with jaundiced eyes and ignore the struggles that they were forced to endure.
You stand in front of fancy cars and daydream. See beautiful girls and slobber all over the linoleum. The moment passes and your drive diminishes.
I have spent many nights pondering how to reach those of you that wish to do better, but lack the inspiration to overcome your own lethargic habits. Humanitarianism.
I believe I have come up with a potential method. Though a part of me is hesitant to release this to you my dearest readers. It is not because I fear the competition. Negligible. I fear that I may be inflating the ranks of the clique of beta. The reason I fear this is because this last ditch effort to help you reclaim your masculinity can also lead you down the path of pining for a female. Unacceptable loss.
Gatsby for those that attended American high schools was a man that found riches and popularity in order to court a female that he had hopelessly fallen in love with in his youth.
He worked to impress her, but she was sated in the arms of her alpha husband.
The Gatsby Gamble is the same principle. It goes against every tenet of “game” and “manosphere logic,” but when done correctly it is a potent elixir.
I say this because I have seen it succeed after telling a friend of the program. His success was astronomical. It was thrilling to watch his transformation. Pride.
It is also with great disappointment that I ignited a latent fore-longing in three others. Apologies.1/4 Success rate.
If you wish to take this last ditch effort to attain a better life, proceed with caution. Heed my warnings. This I urge of you.
Similar to Gatsby I want you to think of a girl that you have lusted, crushed, or even believed to have silently loved. If no such girl exists, craft her in your mind’s eye.
I want you to imagine every aspect of her.
Do not go to Facebook, remember her as your memory immortalized her. The cute laugh and her sexy dimples. Every feature of her that made it appear as if she could do no wrong.
I want you to imagine what “prince” she deserves. A girl like her deserves the best.
Now look in the mirror.
You lack everything that she would look for a man. She’s worth the best and you are nothing. You’re not fit. You’re not charming. You’re not confident. You have terrible style.
From this moment one you will make yourself better so that you can one day stand in front of her and have a shot with her (I hate myself typing this.).
On the track as you run and are thinking about quitting. Imagine her.
At the gym as you think of dropping the weights. Imagine her.
At a party as you attempt to be a wall flower. Imagine her.
Look at the mirror. Find your flaws. Work on them so that instead of an unfinished painting she finds herself looking at a masterpiece.
Do this until you have become the best man you can become. Fit. Dominant. Desirable.
The pursuit of a female offers the motivation many boys need in today’s society. However do not fall in the same trap that Gatsby did. He did everything for a female, true, but in the process became better than she deserved. He never realized that she was not a special one of a kind creature. His perception of her was his downfall.
Do not forget that lesson. Use this girl to propel you, but do not, do not, do not let her become your mission.
I promise you that at the end of your transformation you will be the jealousy of the town. You must also realize that now that you’re the best you can be you must surround yourself with the best.
Here is the crucial aspect which social media can help with. Look at her life, find her flaws. Read the stupid things she writes, experience incredulity at what a fool she is. Discover the selfishness that she has always possessed, but you were blind to. See that she is not the girl you thought she was.
Recognize that while you got fit, she aged poorly.
Realize that while you found success, she squandered her gifts.
Relish at the stares of lust you receive, she has become invisible.
I wish you luck in avoiding the pitfalls of the Gatsby Gamble.
2012 has been quite an interesting change. I am not sure what brought it upon, but once the clock hit midnight that Saturday night/Sunday morning a type of clarity came upon me.
For the longest time I was trying to top myself. Since a youngin’ I’ve been told that I was destined for greatness. Every thing I did kept reinforcing the idea in those that knew me that I was beyond average. The potential was there.
Perhaps this is what drove me towards becoming a polymath. I always wanted to have a good answer to any inquiry. I always wanted to be able to do that what the others could not.
My mission was to become as close to a demi-god as I could. Arrogance.
That night as I wandered on back home from the revelries a realization filled me. I was slowly slipping. In a few months I could be just like those I had always sought to separate myself from, the masses. Distinguished.
I do not have a problem with the lives of the majority.
However I wish to live and leave a biography rather than an small obituary.
The question was how to get off the interstate and onto the country road.
My first solution was simple, I decided to grow out my hair. When I had a glorious mane I was at my creative peak. I saw the world in a surreal way. I felt that life was a great big joke and I was the only one that understood the punchline. Prankster.
The second solution came from my dear brother. I deleted my Facebook. It has been one of the most important decisions in my youth. Once I complete my thesis this April, I will replace my smart phone with a simple flip phone. Disengage.
I have also decided to move back to Queens, the place that inspires me the most. I did not realize until last year how miserable DC has made me. Every time I enter the city I felt as if every ounce of my creativity and joy was smothered out of me. Suffocation.
Last night as I was coming back from class I came upon a realization. I have no primary sources of my life besides this blog. For the greater part of my life I have been trying to leave behind a biography, but have left no resources for my own biographers. Audacity.
Thus my next project is to purchase a leather bound notebook (I’m flashy) to record my thoughts and emotive experiences. I have also decided to start writing letters to a select few. Hopefully they will keep them safe. Every biography builds off a partial autobiography. Perspicacity.
I have always made it a policy of mine to never plan ahead. I am not sure where I will be come May 1st. Perhaps I’ll be in Poland for a month visiting family. It’s possible I find myself in Ukraine reconnecting with my heritage. It’s feasible that I may have a job and I begin building myself a financial cushion to pursue a number of projects that I have sketched out. Uncertainty.
All I know is that ars longa, vita brevis.
When throwing a party there is a level of trepidation. You have procured the necessity party favors and you wait for your guests to arrive.
You get your closest friends to show up early to build up the aura of the party and you begin small drinking games. However, as the party host anxiousness gnaws at the cockels of your heart.
You begin to consider which ones will remember the invitation and which will ignore. You wonder if the alcohol will dry up or if in the morn you are left with an abundance.
Anyone that has thrown a party knows the feeling of dread as the clock ticks closer to the starting time. Anyone that has thrown a party also knows of the relief when a party is successful in full swing. Banger.
Every party host knows the sincere gratitude they give to the first that arrive.
I make it a personal mission to fulfill as many invitations from friends I receive as I am allowed. I know it means the world to them for me to show my support.
I am proud to say that a majority of my friends are pursuing their dreams with the thirst and hunger of Lazarus.
They wake in the morning with mission in mind. Yet, at moments they deal with second guessing themselves and their choices.
They are circled by closeted haters who drop seemingly innocent words that breed doubt and dread. Those that offer a good word rarely offer any true action.
I have survived people attempting to crush my spirit. I have fought against those that wished to bind me to mediocrity. I have picked up my dreams and dusted them off after the masses have trampled them.
I know the pain of having people give encouragement that at the core are disposable syllables. I know how terrible they can be. They give you an inspirational high, but when they fade the fall to the dredges of doubt make it hard to pick oneself up.
You are only as strong as those your surround yourself with. Your creativity and will is supplemented by those you call friends. Your potential rises as the potentials of your closest allies rises.
It is because of this that I do everything in my power to support those around me. I know that the more success they accumulate the more they make me willing to overcome my own shortcomings.
My friend Devotia Moore is training to run the Women’s 800 in the Olympics. The challenges she faces are great. One misstep or Lord forgive an injury and her dreams could be dashed.
Yet, she wakes every morning pushing herself. Her dream is within her grasp and she knows this. I will help her in any way I can because her success inspires me. No matter the outcome she ran after her dream.
She took a chance that 99.9% of the world will never have. She displays bravery in the face of the uncertain and that makes me grow to personally be stronger.
My boy Hannibal King is working towards becoming a fanous producer. He has embarked on one of the most difficult roads of life, seeking recognition for the beauty he creates. I know from talking to him that the road has been difficult. I know that he struggled with finding his voice.
He is slowly paying his dues and becoming known. His beats are becoming recognizable as underground NYC rappers start calling him up.
It took my boy a while before people starting recognizing the beauty he has cultivated. He reminds me that success takes many tolls. Only those that can pay them make their way through.
In a previous post Drop the Weight I mention the importance of getting ride of those toxic friendships that ruin you.
I’m here to also remind you that there are those friendships you must support for you make yourself stronger by making them stronger. Always be there for your friends that are making something of themselves. Chain link.
P.S. I have a number of friends that I would love to talk about and how they inspire me, but Devotia and Hannibal are the only ones with a public presence so I don’t feel as if I cross a line.
2012: The year that I begin to truly breath as my previous commitments become fulfilled.
Mental theophany.
Number of changes have occurred since my revelation.
My hair is flowing. Samson.
Yoga has become the dessert of my body.
Flirting at every opportunity. 10,000 hours ala Gladwell.
T levels off the charts.
However, the greatest vicissitude has been my deactivation of Facebook.
I have been two weeks sober.
Hat tip to my younger brother for the intervention.
The first few days were hard as I fiended for the information overload. Many times I found myself unconsciously typing in the URL and was tempted to restart the habit. It took every fiber of my willpower to turn my computer off and find more productive outlets.
I started training harder. I read more. I have expanded my culinary skills.
It is two weeks and I have no interest in what is going on in the lives of all those “friends” I had. Those that are important are in my phone’s contact list. Members of my Valhalla.
I have begun to focus on myself and working towards establishing face to face interactions.
I call my friends more. We speak as humans and not as automatons posting half thoughts on each others walls.
I feel as if a part of my humanity has been restored.
It is difficult to explain to those that have not unplugged from social media, but life becomes more vibrant. Colors matter. Sunlight is sought. There is a longing to explore.
A week ago I was returning from class. The time was 11 p.m. I reached the doorstep and a slight breeze caressed my arms. It was a warm night and the moon was lighting the dark corners that lacked a streetlight. I turned back and went on a walk.
I found myself near the National Cathedral and sat around staring at the masonry. My mind whirling with hypotheticals. At one moment there was a sudden clarity.
I quickly pulled out my notebook and sketched five chapters of a novel that has been plaguing me for two years.
Without the information overload of what trips people are taking or what new offense they have experienced, I am able to assimilate information at a greater rate with prodigious insight.
I have found that my ability to relate knowledge to other aspects of my life has grown. I see connections with clarity and everything has become easier. Limitless.
However, the most marvelous development: Stress no longer vexes.
I flow through life with a level of zen that has eluded me in the past.
Solitude is a vital component in the pursuit of conquering the world.
Outlets such as Facebook take away that solitude while giving the illusion that one still still has its luxury.
With outlets such as Facebook, boredom no longer allows for your mind to wonder towards daydreams. Nay, you wander towards your latest feed.
I will not go back to Facebook or its kin; they are mental and emotional poisons. They falsely fulfill the human urge “to matter” without requiring any life sacrifices from you.
It is the opiate of the mediocre.
It is the spell that replaces a vibrant wide-eyed human with a desire to discover with a despicable golem.
Johnny Five is more alive than the masses on Facebook.
I could have been amongst them. Thankfully I was unplugged.
If you read these words there is a great chance you are familiar with game and the PUA mentality. I’m sure some of you have overused negs and whatever else is out there.
The PUA’s did one great service: shown the world that you can attain what was once thought unattainable.
The PUA’s did one great disservice: cured the symptoms, never cured the cause.
One popular PUA concept is the “peacocking mentality” though I am not sure if it is still practiced on the level it was years ago. I haven’t seen a furry hat in a while.
When I first learned of this concept I was incredulous. I would not be caught wearing a furry hat. I had blue hair in middle school and looked like an idiot. Never again.
However, I began to realize that humans peacock naturally.
When a man walks by a female he subconsciously stands straighter and puffs out his chest. Posturing.
If you want to become a greater peacock. Become an Apex Predator.
Silver-back Gorilla. Lion. Komodo Dragon. Honey Badger.
Study these animals. When they walk there is a level of explosive power that is waiting to be utilized to crush their enemies. They are nimble, not lumbering.
These beasts lazily look around them unconcerned of the other animals. They do not worry. When tested they disembowel their enemies. Carcasses remain as a warning.
Peacocks are not high on the food chain. Their plumage may allow them to sire progeny, but those obtrusive feathers also get them killed.
PUA’s told the fats that all they needed was nail polish and quirky clothing.
I’m telling you all you need is to stalk through the world with an aura of unbridled power.
An apex predator is cool and confident. Always in command. With graceful elegance.
Muscle heads lack this. They may be “threatening,” but they are not apex predators. They lack grace and more importantly functional strength. They wind easily when in a fight.
I’ve always been a big guy and any bouts with others I won due to physical luck. Then I started going to bars and recognized that smaller guys may start picking fights with me. Napoleon defense.
I was not confident in my ability to fight. Began training in Muay Thai.
My natural strength allowed me to lift heavy things, but I could not lift myself up a pull up bar. Calisthenics introduced.
While girls have mentioned that there are times I glide through a room. I want to glide at all times. Yoga and Dancing lessons attended.
There is a reason why prisons are the training grounds for Apex Predators. They are forced to survive by training their bodies and minds against constant threats. They are constantly tested.
We on the outside are blessed with a safe existence, yet we must not allow ourselves to become slothful. Threats are everywhere.
Worry about functional strength. Do not bother your mind with vanity muscles.
Forget the furry hat. Hit the gym.
If you are male. Your early twenties are the doldrums of your life.
You most likely have a baby face.
You are too young to be taken seriously.
You have to rely on the experience of others instead of your own.
You are too young to have any substantial wealth (unless your family gives it to you)
All you have is time, your own will, and your ambitions.
The truth is that you are stuck between childhood and people recognizing your potential. No one wants to hear you until you have spent the hours and blood building something you can sell.
As far as society is concerned all you are good for is canon fodder. Expendable.
There is perhaps no more disregarded demographic than the early twenty year old male. The government does not care for you, society pushes them to the wings. It is the worst of limbos for all it does is breed anxiety and fear.Uncertainty Personified.
As a twenty year old you are taught to be afraid of not having a female presence in your life, lacking employment, and the potential of never attaining the success of your parents in terms of material wealth. Straw Men.
As a twenty year old you are told that these are the “best years of your life” and all the freedom that you have. False tongues. These can never be the best years of your life and you very rarely have freedom.
Freedom requires financial independence.
Best years of your life require you to not worry about finances.
Freedom=Money being deposited into your accounts.
Your twenties only offer one gift: an opportunity to build yourself away from the prying eyes of the haters. Once you reach a certain age, people begin to question what you have accomplished. When you attain a level of recognition people begin to judge your constant move.
Your twenties offer anonymity from everyone. This is the time to build yourself.
We are in a recession that does not look as if it will abate in the future. 7 thin cows.
What to do in this time of dreary prospects when the girls flock to those with more money than you.
What to do as you work soul crushing jobs to pay bills.
What to do when you want to get out of this town, but you have no where to go but your parents basement.
Invest. In. Self.
Look towards the men of the Great Depression for inspiration. What helped them survive and then fight the Second Great War. Mental, Emotional, and Physical stability.
Take your early twenties and build your body. This is the first.
A strong body builds confidence. Confidence breeds emotional excellence. Second.
Emotional excellence allows for the mind to operate unhindered by personal diffidence. Master and Commander.
If your time was invested properly you will have many rewards. The worst case scenario: you have developed your own masculine ethos. Your Body: Solid. Your Mind: Clear. Your Emotions: Controlled.
Society wishes for you to suffer the brunt of its epicureanism. If you waste your early twenties you will find yourself succumbing to its shaming. Manning up is not buying a ring. Manning up is proudly displaying your chest mane.
There is nothing more dangerous than a man with confidence. There is nothing more dangerous than a man that answers only to himself. There is nothing more dangerous than a man that does not need society, but only himself.
To get to heaven you must traverse through hell.
Not too long ago I was a selfish hedonist. I would offer scraps to the hungry that fell from my greased jowls. I rationalized that all was fair. We are all the lords of our destiny and they should seize their balls and rise from their dreary existence.
The homeless. Bypassable.
Those in emotional anguish. Invisible.
Those that just needed a friend. Dereliction of duty.
It is easy to discount those in misfortune. Examining their station in life allows those more blessed to elevate themselves to a greater self righteousness.
“I am better than you for I do not live on a park bench” is the unspoken mental compliment many give themselves as they saunter on by as their pharisaical stench emits from their pores .
It is easy for one to make the unfortunate the “other.” It does not take much to look at those that are heartbroken and instead of offering them perspective or guidance we give them throw-away advice. “She was a so and so and you’re better off without her.” Waste of Oxygen.
We leave them in the ravine slowly bleeding out. We are blinded by our own natural propensity for selfishness. Sacrifice would kill us in the wild. Yet, we are lords of our environment.
When we do offer some warmth many times we proceed with ulterior motive.
Yet life is counter-intuitive. You gain more by giving more.
Over the last few months I have found myself actively helping those in need. Father Theresa. This is one of the few times I will bark my deeds in this enterprise. Humble.
It does not take much.
I personally have made it a mission to feed one person a week, minimum. I do not seek them out, but I know that I will come across them with hand stretched and many times eyes downcast in humiliation. Many times they will sit quietly, with only a sign telling of their circumstance.
In such instances I say “I don’t have cash, but I can buy you some food? You hungry?”
I am not against giving them money for booze or what have you. If it helps their day go by faster then it was a worthy investment. Minimal investment. The reason I offer food is there is no greater pain a person can experience than hunger. The second greatest pain is being cast as less than human.
Buying a meal for someone and perhaps even sharing one helps alleviate both those aches. This is in my power.
This is something that anyone who goes out at night can do. It is the price of a drink. A meal is more appreciated by the hungry than that drink can ever be appreciated by you. A foot long Subway sandwich costs $5 and just ask for a water cup, they’re free.
However, giving back is not only material. Many times it is as simple as abating your egotistical tendency to tell your story and listen to another share their woes.
It can be as simple as honoring anothers request to just to spend some time with you. Loneliness is a terrible fate.
Many that take part in the Lifestyle begin to see their successes rise to great heights. Tower of Babel. Without proper stabilization it will crumble and topple. Jericho.
Giving back something altruistically reminds one of where we could be one day. No Snooze Button.
The Lifestyle is not only designed for self-actualization. It is the path that helps offers others the knowledge that they too can attain a pinnacle of existence.
As the New Year approaches many of you dear readers will be preparing yourselves for the next step in your journey towards your own greatness. Neil Armstrong.
I urge you to remember those that haven’t been offered the same opportunities as you.
Feed a person. Help a friend get over a break-up. Help a friend initiate a break-up because his girl is toxic. Show the world what great things are possible when a man is allowed to prosper. The Haters can’t be bothered to do these things.
Felix Sit Annus Novus
