Broke is slavery.
You can’t eat where you want, go where you want, sleep where you want.
You trade your time for money to afford to stay alive to continue to trade your time for money.
You should be OBSESSED with money.
Obsessed with freedom.
“oh yes he beat me because I had a bad ankle”
Check the record:
Does it say “lost but it’s ok because he had a bad ankle”
Or does it just say;
LOST.
If nobody cares about your excuses. Why do you even say them? You’re training yourself that it’s OK TO FAIL.
You will die alone.
Or leave your loved ones alone to die.
Life is sadness.
There is no way out.
Do you smile as you bleed?
Or try and mask the pain with pills.
Removing the sting from your sharpest edge.
An act of COWARDICE.