Stop spending your best years indoors. There's a whole actual world out there with real people, real experiences, real memories waiting to be made. You cannot look back on your 20s and be proud of the hours you wasted on screens in a dark room. Go outside. Talk to people. Feel things. You were not put on this earth to spectate life.
You're supposed to use every unfair advantage you have. Looks, genetics, connections, dad's money, whatever.
There's nothing noble about choosing the hardest path just to feel like an underdog.
a big sign you're not doing okay is saving the good stuff for later. not wearing your best outfit, not opening the good bottle, not using the cologne sitting on your shelf. you're not saving it for an occasion. you're saving it for a version of you that you don't believe in yet.
The obsession with wanting people to regret losing you is insane. You’re not that special. People lose people every day and keep living. Heal from the ego that needs to be missed, chased, or mourned to feel valuable. Your job is not to become somebody’s punishment. Your job is to grow, move on, and build a life so full that their regret is no longer your concern.
A reminder from Atomic Habits by James Clear:
“It doesn't make sense to continue wanting something if you're not willing to do what it takes to get it. If you don't want to live the lifestyle, then release yourself from the desire. To crave the result but not the process is to guarantee disappointment.”
People respect you more when they don't see you often. Even parents. Trust me. It's strange how distance rearranges love, how absence restores what closeness erodes. When people are deprived of your presence, they start seeing you clearly again, not through habit but through awareness. Proximity dulls perception. Space sharpens it. That's just how the human mind works.
I’m going to be honest. I’m a huge fan of policing your own. MLB does it. NHL does it. NFL does it. The only way to get players to stop acting like idiots, is to let them know when they are. If a team is going to constantly flop and foul bait, then you may as well get your money’s worth. I’d love to see more of this in the NBA. It’s the only way things are going to get cleaned up. Obviously, the league isn’t going to fix it.
Major cheat code for life: Be fully where your feet are. When you're at work, work. When you're with family, be with family. When you're resting, rest. Most people are physically present and mentally everywhere else.
I still can't believe I just saw a 7'5 guy take a pull-up 30-foot game-tying three. This is what it must've been like to see a movie in color for the first time.
One of the craziest things about growing older is watching the people around you lose that spark in their eyes. We used to talk about how fly our house would be, the cars we were gonna collect, our daily drivers, the old schools, the watches, the vacations we would go on, the fly pics in other countries to show our sons how to really live life, buying real estate in other countries, the stories we would keep to ourselves because some parties got too wild, floor seats at the games, being wealthy random people with the best seats, the wedding, spoiling our wives, letting them drive our fly cars to school, all the big dreaming we did as young’ns… and now it’s all out the window.
Now it’s just: “Did you see the highlights from last night’s game?” “Where the hoes at?” “Look at the reels I sent you.” “Get on the game.” Drinks in the bar, which clubs are dope, etc
No more schemes about getting rich and doing fly shit and keeping our freedom. No more talks about how we would be better and more calculated than the people who came before us. No more mispronouncing countries we never heard of but were for sure gonna get to somehow. No more dreams. No more ambition. Just slowly rotting away watching TikToks and sports all day.
Even worse is when these people start criticizing the ones who actually stuck to the plan. You used to want success like him, cars like him. He just stayed consistent, and you became a critic. Now the only thing we can talk about is.. Where the hoes at?