Gideon

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On a life journey of becoming a 'better' ME and...... 'live a little'.

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@BukkyOA Me with "right" 5 & 6 😅...

Will definitely work on using pauses instead...

For now, I'm just trying to consistently put out the content. Perfect or not!

On IG & Tk

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Exactly my fitness motivation too...

Additionally, I want to be able to carry my children and wife playfully around the house...

And fit enough to play with my grandkids...

[Dr Joe Abah, OON @DrJoeAbah]

Somehow, I’ve never aspired to “bulking up.”

I’ve always just wanted to be fit. I want to be able to:
- Walk briskly well into old age
- Climb the stairs to the 8th floor whenever I want
- Run if something is chasing me
- Swim to safety
- Look like I was born in a suit
- Aim to lift my own body weight, and most importantly…
- Answer whenever my name is called in za oza room.😊

[Mr. Czar @Mrczar_]

Back in school, you’ll notice something funny: the girlfriend of (with all due respect) the ugliest guy who carried himself like he was a big deal… was always the hottest.

Confidence creates its own reality.

It’s the same with money.

Your income will never rise above the level you see yourself. Not because you don’t have the ability but because you quietly avoid anything that feels “above your station.”

I remember hearing the story of how Adenuga’s son once tried to acquire an oil company in Europe with no money down.

He wanted to do it without his father’s help. So he put a team together and went after the deal.

Let’s be honest: he got that close because of who his father was.

But you still can’t remove the fact that he made the move. He believed he could.

Give most people the exact same amount of money he had, and the idea of making a move on a foreign oil company would never even cross their minds.

Now bring it down to everyday life:

Most people avoid goals they already have the capacity to attempt simply because they don’t see themselves as someone who can achieve them.

For example:

- They never apply for high-paying jobs they qualify for because “I don’t know anybody… that one is for big people’s children.”

- They never start a business that feels too big for someone from their background.

- They don’t pitch investors because… “who I be na?”

- They don’t even consider moving to a better environment like a Lekki Phase 1, a new city, anywhere: even though it would create better opportunities. Deep down they see themselves as someone who doesn’t belong there.

You feel me?

Your biggest enemy is not lack of opportunity… it’s the mental ceiling you placed on yourself.

Find those limiting beliefs. Break them.

Your life will always move in the direction of your most dominant thoughts about yourself.

[Gideon @Gidyhormes]

@iamchrisani This!!!

Google is one of my most CONVENIENT service to use...

As long as they are improving accessibility and making things easier/convenient for me, with the data they are collecting...

[Fundamental Investor ™ 🇮🇳 @FI_InvestIndia]

A businessman once bought a massive diamond in South Africa, about the size of an egg yolk.

But to his disappointment, the stone had a crack inside.

He took it to a skilled jeweler, hoping for advice.

The jeweler examined it carefully and said:

“This diamond can be split into two perfect gems, each worth more than the original stone. But one wrong strike and it will shatter into worthless fragments. I won’t take that risk.”

The businessman traveled the world, showing the diamond to jewelers in many countries.

Each one gave the same answer: "Too risky".

Finally, someone told him about an old master jeweler in Amsterdam known for his golden hands.

He flew there the same day.
The old jeweler studied the diamond through his monocle and warned him again of the risk.
The businessman interrupted:

“I’ve heard that story before. I’m ready. Just do it.”

The jeweler nodded, agreed on the price, then turned to a young apprentice working quietly nearby.

The boy took the diamond, placed it on his palm, and struck it once, clean and precise.

The stone split beautifully into two flawless gems.

Without even looking up, he handed them back to the master.

Astonished, the businessman asked:

“How long has he been working for you?”

The old jeweler smiled.

“This is his third day. He doesn’t know the real value of the stone, that’s why his hand didn’t tremble.”

Sometimes the more we fear losing something, the less capable we become of doing what needs to be done.

Treat life’s challenges as if they are lighter than they seem, and your hand will stay steady.

[Chris Ani @iamchrisani]

AI will force you to raise your standards, your skills, your productivity, and your output.

[magnus @magnushambleton]

I chose the green door ninety-three days ago.

At the time, it seemed obviously correct. Not even a close call. The red door offered two billion dollars immediately—a sum so large it would solve every material problem I'd ever face, fund any project I could imagine, and still leave enough to give away amounts that would meaningfully change thousands of lives. But two billion is a number. It has a fixed relationship to the economy, to the things money can buy, to the world.

The green door offered one dollar that doubles every day.

I remember standing there, doing the mental math. Day 30: about a billion dollars. Day 40: over a trillion. Day 50: a quadrillion. The red door would be surpassed before the first month ended, and after that, the gap would grow incomprehensibly fast. Choosing the red door would be like choosing a ham sandwich over a genie's lamp because you were hungry right now.

So I walked through the green door.

The first few weeks were unremarkable. I had a dollar, then two, then four. By day ten I had $512, which felt like finding money in an old jacket. By day twenty I had over a million, and I started getting calls from financial advisors I'd never contacted. By day thirty-one I had crossed the two-billion threshold—officially richer than I would have been behind the red door.

I didn't understand what was happening until around day sixty.

The money, you see, had to exist somewhere. Not philosophically—I mean physically. Digitally. When I checked my bank balance, a computer somewhere had to store that number. And storing the number 2^n requires n bits.

One bit per day. That's it. That's the rate at which my fortune's representation grows. A linear function. Almost comically modest.

But here's what I'd failed to understand about exponential growth: the value doesn't care about the representation. The bits grow linearly. The dollars they encode grow exponentially. And dollars make claims on the physical world.

Day sixty. My balance: 2^60 dollars. About 1.15 quintillion. Roughly 1,000 times the entire global GDP. The number itself required only 60 bits to store—less than a tweet, less than this sentence, trivially small from an information-theoretic perspective.

But money is not information. Money is a claim.

The calls started coming from the Treasury Department. Polite, confused, increasingly frantic. They explained that the M2 money supply of the United States was approximately 21 trillion dollars. I now held about 15,000 times that amount. When I tried to spend any of it—even a tiny fraction—the transaction represented a claim on more goods and services than the entire human economy had ever produced in its history.

"The number in your account," a Treasury official said, "is not meaningful."

"It's in your computer," I replied.

"The computer," she said carefully, "does not understand what the number represents."

Day seventy-five. 2^75 dollars. I could purchase—in principle—roughly 350 million copies of the entire Earth's annual economic output. The representation remained elegant: 75 bits. Nine and a half bytes. I could write my net worth on a Post-it note in binary.
But representations aren't wealth. Wealth is factories, farmland, human labor, time, attention, atoms arranged into useful configurations. And I had laid claim to more atoms than existed.

This is where it gets strange.

The global financial system is, at its core, a system of ledgers. Distributed, reconciled, audited. When the Federal Reserve's systems recorded my balance, and Chase's systems recorded my balance, and the IRS's systems recorded my balance, those numbers had to match. And they did match—trivially, easily, using a handful of bytes each.

But then the systems tried to do things with the number.

Calculate taxes owed. Assess systemic risk. Determine what fraction of GDP was held by a single individual. Run inflation models. Price assets in a market that now included a participant with claims exceeding the value of all other claims combined.
Day eighty-two. The S&P 500 became undefined. Not zero, not infinity—undefined. My proportional ownership of the market, if I chose to exercise it, exceeded 100%. The shares I could theoretically purchase outnumbered the shares that existed. Financial models divide by market cap; market cap now included a term that broke the arithmetic.

Day eighty-five. The International Monetary Fund published a paper titled "On the Representability of Post-Scarcity Claims." It concluded that exchange rates could no longer be calculated because the dollar itself had become paradoxical—simultaneously the world's reserve currency and a unit of measurement that had lost all meaning.

My balance on day eighty-five: 2^85 dollars. Still just 85 bits. About ten and a half bytes.
The representation remained trivial. The reality it pointed to had become impossible.

Day ninety. I tried to buy a coffee.

The transaction failed. Not because of insufficient funds, not because of a technical error, but because the payment system could not determine a meaningful exchange rate. My card represented a claim on approximately 10^27 dollars. The coffee cost $4.50. The ratio between these numbers—the percentage of my wealth the coffee would cost—was so small that it rounded to zero in every floating-point system on Earth. I could not pay because the act of payment required representing a number smaller than any computer could distinguish from nothing.

I offered to pay in cash. I had a twenty.

The barista looked at me like I'd offered to pay with a seashell.

"Where did you get physical currency?" she asked.
That's when I realized: I had broken cash too. The Treasury had stopped printing bills three weeks earlier. Why maintain physical currency when one account holder could—at any moment—claim more dollars than had ever been printed in human history? The symbolic relationship between paper and value had always been a polite fiction, but my existence had made the fiction impossible to maintain.

Day ninety-three. Today.

My balance is 2^93 dollars: approximately 10^28. About 10 billion times the estimated value of all assets on Earth. The representation requires 93 bits. Twelve bytes. Smaller than my name.

The economy hasn't collapsed, exactly. People still trade, still work, still produce. But they've stopped using dollars. They've had to. A currency in which one person holds virtually infinite units is not a currency at all—it's a monopoly ticket that everyone has silently agreed to stop playing with.

I keep thinking about what money actually is. It's not the bits. The bits are trivial; they always were. It's not even the paper or the gold or the entries in a ledger. Money is a shared agreement about who has claims on what. A story we tell together about value and exchange and debt.

I broke the story.

Not through violence, not through fraud, not through any action more dramatic than walking through a door and watching a number tick upward. Just by existing. Just by holding a claim that grew faster than the world's ability to honor it.

The red door offered two billion dollars. A large but finite claim. A claim that fit within the story, that could be exchanged and spent and taxed and inherited. A claim the world could accommodate.

The green door offered something else entirely: a claim that would grow until it consumed all other claims, until the very concept of claiming became incoherent.

I still have the 93 bits. They're sitting on a server somewhere, humming along, doubling quietly at midnight. By next week they'll represent more dollars than there are atoms in the observable universe.

And I still can't buy a coffee.

[Gideon @Gidyhormes]

@godera_go @Mrpossidez Oh
That's interesting!

Happy Weekend ahead.

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@godera_go @Mrpossidez 😅

Were you naturally a good speaker...

Or you learnt how to properly align your thoughts fast, over time...

I also get the over thinking bit, sometimes.

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@Zephyr_hg Hooks

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

On paper it is gorgeous. Two toothbrushes in one cup. Tiny socks on the radiator. Someone whose face you know in the dark reaching for you at 3:12 and not leaving. A small person with your eyes and their laugh eating cereal too slowly before school. It sounds like the closest thing to safety we have ever invented.

But a lot of people did not grow up watching love look like that. They grew up watching marriage be a war that never declared itself out loud. 19:40 on a Tuesday, plates not quite slammed, voices just quiet enough for the neighbors not to hear. A father sleeping on the couch for three years. A mother doing the emotional admin for five people and getting a wilted bouquet once a year as a receipt. The child learns quickly that forever can be a threat as easily as it is a promise.

You say mini mes. A lot of people hear smaller witnesses. Witnesses to debt. To screaming in the car park. To one parent disappearing for six months and calling it adjusting. Some bodies carry the memory of being the kid who held the camera and took the Christmas photo where nobody spoke to each other for two days after. They do not crave that house. They crave never putting anyone through it.

There is another layer no one likes talking about because it sounds too practical for a sacred topic. Mortgage rates that bite. Groceries that feel like a test. Friends burning out in two jobs and still wondering if they can afford a dentist, не те що дитину. Bodies that already wake tired. The idea of bringing in a small, breakable person is not just cute to them. It is a spreadsheet with red numbers and a nervous system that shakes.

And then there are the ones who were never told they were allowed to want something for themselves first. To them, choosing no partner and no kids for now is not selfishness. It is the first act of self parenting. It is finally learning to feed the part of them that was always the one doing the caretaking. They are not missing the desire. Sometimes they are surgically removing the compulsion put in them by a culture that treated women as wombs and men as wallets.

Some people hear spouse and feel warmth. Others hear spouse and feel a hand closing over their life. Some people look at a child and feel their chest widen. Others look at their own sleep schedule, their own untreated trauma, their own rage in traffic and think not yet, not like this. That is not nihilism. That is responsibility. The bravest thing some people will ever do is break the chain by not adding another link.

Marriage and children can be the most beautiful thing. They can also be the most efficient way to hide from yourself. It is easy to call it forever if you have never sat with your own loneliness without a witness. It is easy to say mini me if you have not yet met the parts of you that should not be replicated without serious editing. Many people want to arrive to that altar and that nursery with less unprocessed violence in their hands. That takes time. That looks from the outside like drifting.

If you are lucky enough to want it and still be soft when you picture it, hold that gently. Do not turn your hunger into a ruler you hit others with. The world has given plenty of reasons to be afraid of binding contracts and tiny hearts. Climate, war, courts, childhood bedrooms where love was conditional on performance. Not everyone has healed enough to gamble a child on their hope.

Ask people what they want under all the noise. Some will say a partner and kids. Some will say a room, a dog, three good friends and work that feels honest. Some will say I do not know yet, I was never given space to ask. The distance is not as far as it looks. Everyone is hunting the same thing under different packaging. A place where their nervous system can stop scanning the door. A hand that stays. A tomorrow that is not a threat.

You can stand in your dream of spouse and children without needing the whole planet to agree.

[Phil McAlister @phil_mcalister]

Let's settle this will a quick economics 101.

Imagine an island with 100 people. All of them have just a crude spear allowing them to catch 1 fish per day. GDP is 100 fish per day.

So long as everyone eats one fish per day, the economy will never grow. They're consuming their whole output and there is no savings.

How does the economy grow?

Someone eats half a fish and saves the other half. That savings allows them to spend a day building a fish trap instead of fishing all day. The trap allows him to catch 3 fish per day.

The savings became capital which was invested into capital equipment that made him more productive.

Now that he's catching 3 fish, he can eat 1 like everyone else and still have 2 leftover.

Now someone sees his surplus and says - I'm better at building than fishing. If I build you a hammer will you give me a fish?

Another guy decided to harvest coconuts in exchange for the third fish.

In other words. now that the economy is productive enough to cover basic food needs with less people, some folks can do other things.

The net maker, realizing other fisherman want a net like his, enters the net industry and makes more in exchange for other people's fish.

Eventually the whole island is so productive fishing that they only need 30 or so fisherman and 70 people are free to solve new problems and improve their neighbors lives

All of these people in turn save more than they consume and continue to reinvest the savings into more capital goods that make them more productive, and an ever growing abundance of goods and services becomes available on the island, making everyone's life better.

The key, and in fact the only way, for an economy to grow is by consuming less than you produce which is called SAVING.

A last note: The "demand" from the people on the island is restricted by their productivity. They always demanded housing, clothes, more food, tools, medicine, etc.

The problem was never a lack of demand. It was a lack of the productivity that would allow them to create all of that stuff.

You first produce, then use the fruits of your production to demand things in the market.

The key is productivity, which is driven by savings. Not demand.

Thank you

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[Sean Canela @seancanela]

i'm a big advocate of abusing your unfair advantage everywhere

- if ur an attractive guy/girl, post pics of yourself to get more traffic
- if u still live with ur parents, work 12hrs/day since u have no responsibilities
- if you have good savings, invest heavily in mentors to get ahead

everyone who’s now at the top 0.1% got there by playing unfair

and “playing unfair” doesn’t mean you should lie and do illegal things

it just means abusing ur own unfair advantage

everyone has one

find yours

[Gideon @Gidyhormes]

@mista_az @MartinsOsimen_ @Daevee007 Oh OK..

Thank you! 🥂