This was the beauty of my quarter-life crisis. In the same month I:
1. got dumped by gf of 6 years
2. got a $225,000 private equity bonus, realizing money didn't make me happy
3. grandma passed away
It felt like it all came crashing down. Then, I came across this beautiful Mexican proverb:
"sometimes you think you have been buried, but actually you have just been planted"
That's the beauty of rock bottom. When you lose the things you clung to most, you actually become free.
Nothing else to lose, nowhere else to go...that becomes your only focus
F*ck it, we gotta build it all back up anyways...let's just shoot from the stars and see how good this thing goes
Most never reach the stars nor see how good it can go bc they're too afraid to give up the things that weigh them down
Stop comparing Leopold Aschenbrenner to Bill Hwang...
Hwang is the GOAT of degenerates and Leopold is a sheep compared to him
Did you know that Hwang turned $200M to $36B and it was ALL personal capital?
This guy literally led prayer circles in the conference room before trading days started
He had $160B stock exposure on just $36B of capital
His blowup happened in two days and he literally caused the collapse of one of the most prestigious investment banks
Banks lost a total of $10B combined because of his collapse
Leopold is nothing compared to Bill
Citadel is not the bad guy in this story.
When you are investing billions and make 20x returns in 2 years, you attract the notice of all the hedge funds. It was obvious to everyone that Leopold had to be using excessive leverage to get those returns.
Taking out a player who doesn't have enough liquidity to cover leverage and manage a downturn is so common on Wall Street, it's one of their basic tools to enhance their own returns.
No, the person who should be blamed for Leopold's implosion is Leopold himself.
Hedge funds do use *some* leverage themselves, but boy do they analyze the snot out of those positions to ensure what happened to Leopold doesn't happen to them. Leopold either didn't do that basic analysis or got it comically wrong.
Players like Citadel actually *help* the market by taking out the yahoos who end up causing excessive market volatility through leverage. If you know you could get pounced on by the likes of Citadel, then you won't put yourself in a position to be pounced on and thus won't cause undue market volatility.
today i went out to lunch with my dad and his friends and before ordering they walked around looking at what everyone else in the restaurant was eating so they could make an informed decision
Stop being a loser. Get up early. Make your bed. Go train. Eat clean. Do your laundry. Pay every bill on time. Save till it hurts, then save more. Pick a craft and get obsessed. Pick a person to become and start acting like them today. Care more than everyone around you. Push till you break, then get back up. Knowing when to quit isn't weakness, it's strategy. Stand up straight. Speak up. Go all in. Smile anyway. Life is short and then it's gone. Misery is a choice. You're not the first to suffer and you won't be the last. Someone with less than you made it. So will you. Nobody's special. Everybody is. Keep moving.
there's a man inside you that you killed to get here. the one who would have been content. who could have taken the smaller life and called it enough and meant it. you had to kill him to become this, and you had to, but don't pretend it was free. every serious life is built on a quiet grave. the thing about ambition no one says out loud is that it's also a kind of mourning - you are always burying the easier man you could have been, and the better you get the more of him there is to bury.
Muscles only grow when you rest, after having stressed them during exercise.
Wisdom is the same. You can only grow wise once you cringe, having stressed your mind by being retarded.
Always keep cash and a blade or blunt object on you. I was walking home one night and a guy on a bmx bike asked if I wanted to buy it. He requested a mere $10. I knew he stole it, but I had spraypaint at my house so I took him up on the deal. Then he inquired where he could get crack. It was 3 am but I knew just the place, so I directed him there whilst doing bunny hops and riding lazily on the back pegs. Then the crack dealer asked me about the bike and offered me $20 for it. Never accept the first offer. I told him i had it for years and was really sentimental about it, the guy who sold it to me earlier didn't utter a word because I already flashed the boxcutter I keep in my crewsocks when I went to grab the $10 earlier for him. We eventually settled on a trade of 3 grams of meth for it. I tell you this because I want you to remember that the whole world doesn't exist behind a screen, but rather with people who actually who go outside with an open mind. You always have to be ready to kill people though