Best thing I ever accepted is I don't need nobody. I might want you, I might love you for real, and I might miss being close to you, but I don't need you. That mindset changed everything for me. Because now I'm not begging for effort, not holding onto mixed energy, not stressing over what you decide to do. If you stay, cool. If you don't, I'm still straight. There's life after anybody, and I'm not scared of that no more. That's real peace of mind, knowing I'll be okay either way.
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Every morning,
You meet men crawling from prison.
Their shirts look like they were pulled from a bottle.
Their pair of trousers are worn out,
Their faces are long and sad,
Their masculine energy is fading. They walk tired, gazing into an emptiness.
These are men stuck in houses where their wives terrorize them.
They sit in these houses because they are afraid to leave.
They built nothing that belongs to them. They own nothing. Just children who have been strategically weaponized against him.
When they retire from civil service or as teachers or as employees in Indian-owned companies, they resign themselves to fate, enduring insults and mistreatment from their domineering wives.
Their only hope is to sit at the bus terminus, betting and gambling, hoping to undo their years of financial losses.
But it gets worse, they suffer hypertension, diabetes and prostate enlargement.
They become a burden to their families, and they are abandoned in the corner of the house to nurse a chronic ailment.
Their years of sacrifice get swept away by comments from their children,
"Our father spent years drinking and entertaining hoodrats. It is our mother who took us to school."
Or their wives,
"When other men were building wealth, what were you doing? I can't continue living with you."
Yet, his productive years were spent on providing for the family without fail.
Pain and agony, as he counts his last breaths.
Then, one day, the sun will rise without him.
The main door of the house will open without his cough.
His chair at the corner will wait for his warmth, but it won't come.
His legacy gets buried deep with his regrets.
Forgotten.
In the ruins of his sunk-cost fallacy.
If you are a man reading this, start building your fallback architecture now.
Remember,
You can lie down for people to walk on you, and they will still complain that you aren't flat enough.
Your independence, in old age, is your wealth.
WAKE UP!
You can tell a lot about a person by what they do after hurting you. Some apologize. Some reflect. Some change. And some will rewrite the entire story in their head just to avoid feeling guilty. Accountability is rare because protecting the ego is easier than becoming better.
People will keep doing you wrong, then turn around and act like your reaction came out of nowhere. They skip over everything they did and only focus on how you responded once you had enough. That’s how they avoid taking accountability and make you look like the problem. Don’t let nobody rewrite what happened just because they don’t like how you reacted to it.
If you’ve woken up healthy and well, be grateful. I wish everyone reading this a very successful and productive day ahead. May this day be fruitful for all of you.
The best thing you can do in your life is to be low-key. Just be private. Stop showing people your blessings because half of them don't love you and half of them don't care.