80% of men only get truly close to their fathers after 25.
Not because time magically fixes things but because the power struggle finally ends. You step onto the same frequency. He stops seeing you as just “the boy” and starts seeing you as a brother, a friend, a fellow man carrying the weight of life.
Suddenly, you both understand each other’s struggles. The real bond begins there.
Fathers in their 50s and beyond start thinking about legacy and how little time is left. Sons in their late 20s begin to feel that painful awareness that these people who raised us won’t be here forever. That mutual realization cracks something open between you.
As a boy, you saw Dad as Superman… or sometimes the villain. But after 25, the mask falls. You see him as a man full of flaws, fears, regrets, and quiet sacrifices he never spoke about. That’s when admiration turns into deep respect nd compassion.
You finally understand why he did the things he did. Every decision, every silence, every tough luv, it all makes sense now, because life has humbled you too.
Growing up, if anyone had told me my pop and I would one day be this close talking business, struggles, women, and my hardest decisions , I would’ve laughed.
But here we are.
And I’ve just realized… I really, really like this man.
My heart aches knowing one day he won’t be here.
I just want him to stay longer. 🥲
I wanted a thousand things in my life, and most of them i didn't get. and i looked at myself the way this post is asking me to, and thought i wasn't smart enough. but years passed, and i started seeing what each of those things would have done to me if i had gotten them, and every single one would have destroyed me - some fast and some slow. everything i didn't get turned out to be the smartest thing that happened to me, but it was not my smartness. it was something else deciding on my behalf, because i was not smart enough to decide for myself. sometimes not getting what you want is the only proof that something out there loves you more than you were ever capable of loving yourself
for all you know, this could be your last summer.
as homer wrote, you will never be lovelier than you are right now. so tell her she has a pretty smile. get lean or become a unit. find wonder in boarding the airplane. drink more coffee than you need. walk on the beach until your feet hurt. write your girlfriend a note on a tuesday. waste money because its not all about retirement. pull over at the lookout. ask the uber driver about his life. tell the woman in the elevator you like her shoes and mean it. call your mother. ask the waiter his favorite thing on the menu and order that.
theres so much life in the slow moments, and you sprint past it chasing the next thing. but at any time, in any situation, you can find the good. smile. be happy. recognize it for a one of one life experience. what good is walking around a curmudgeon when tomorrow could be curtains.
for heavens sake, flirt with the world.
Will you buy pizza for 10,000 BTC right now? 😂😂
I had a fun time with @getBusha learning about #BTC and what transaction took place in 2010.
The question is, what did the pizza guy do with the bitcoins?
#BTCDAYUYO#BUSHA
abuse your unfair advantage everywhere
everyone has it
> if you live in your mom's basement w no responsibilities, work 12 hr days
> if your know a guy who knows a guy, call that guy
> if your parents paid for ur college, invest your time in up-skilling urself
you were not raised to be a bum
life isnt an even playing field
all the "winners" are not playing fair
to catch up you have to identify your unfair advantage
and abuse it
the “befriend ambitious people” theory of building your own ambition really does work
if your friend group contains a person starting a multimillion dollar fund, a person running a hedge fund, a person running a new university, it really does raise your sense of the possible
to die having lived. to serve others till self-annihilation. to excel so excellently that I transcend materiality. to love with such fervour that I burn but never burn out. and, finally, “to be a shining star of the anguished.”
The masculine urge to disappear into the woods and build something with your hands and never explain yourself to anyone ever again. to become so quiet that god can finally hear you. to stop performing strength and just be strong in a place where no one is watching and no one is grading. the masculine urge to protect something so hard you become the wall. to find one woman and make her the entire world and burn the maps to everywhere else. to be so devoted it scares the men who forgot what devotion costs. the masculine urge to cry alone in the truck and then walk into the house like nothing happened because some weight is yours to carry and yours alone. to build the table your grandchildren will eat at. to teach your son the thing your father never taught you and break the curse with your own hands. the masculine urge to stop talking and start becoming. to let the silence speak. to be the man they remember not because you were loud but because you were there. always there. even when it cost you. especially when it cost you