Jeff Bezos: “In the US, you can raise $50 million of seed capital to do something that has only a 10% chance of working.”
This video popped up in my thoughts while writing my article "Europe raised me to fail"
One of Andrew Tate's CRAZIEST stories: 😱
"It was 4 in the morning, I was in a chicken and chip shop in England, there's a long line. An Audi with tinted windows pulls up. 3 big black guys get out, push straight in front of the whole line."
"My girl goes, we've been waiting here, and I said shut the f*ck up. She goes, you gonna let them push us, I go, SHUT THE F*CK UP."
"A guy in front of me couldn't tell his chick to shut up, she goes, excuse me, excuse me, there's a line..."
"This dude knocked her the f*ck out." 😳
"Clean. Cold. By the time her man looked at her and look back up. Sparked. Done."
"They started laughing, walked back out on the car, didn't even order the food."
"I turn around and tell my girl, some people are ready to k*ll people for f*cking nothing. You want me to fight over what, fries?" 🥶
Give a 21 year old girl 1000 bucks and say go shopping and she starts crying with happiness.
Give a 30 year old 1000 bucks and she says you aint shit, she needs a real man who understands her value, that her 4 ex boyfriends who fucked her gave her more, and calls you trash.
37 years old, 16 years sober, some thoughts:
You know I’ve given everything I have for my daughter over the last ten years. I’ve taken jobs where I was disrespected just to keep money coming in. I’ve gone door to door, swallowing my pride, just to make sure there was food on the table. I’ve done whatever it took—even climbing roofs—just to earn enough to bring her back to Michigan when I was completely on my own.
I’ve sacrificed my personal life, my time, and my peace, all to give her stability and the chance at a real, complete family. It’s always been my dream to live in this city, to be close to the lake and build a life here—but now I’m facing the reality of letting that dream go. I have to give up this home, not because I want to, but because her security, her routine, and her future come first. No regrets.
When it comes to peers and lovers. It feels like everyone God brings into my life is someone I’m meant to pour into—to care for, to carry, to give everything I have to help them stand again. And just when their wings are finally strong enough, just when they’re ready to fly on their own, I’m told to let them go.
I’ve come to believe this is the path I was given after being granted a second chance at life. Like there was a promise made—He would let me keep going, but this was the price: to give, to rebuild others, and to walk away once they no longer need me.
I’ve built a career I’m proud of, founded my own company, and forged a level of strength I never thought I was capable of. But every so often, God, in His grace and love, reminds me that none of it truly belongs to me—that these are gifts placed in my hands, not possessions to claim.
At any moment, they can be taken just as easily as they were given. Because in the end, I’m not the owner of any of it… I’m just a servant entrusted with what He’s allowed me to carry.