Pain in relationship to your desire to win, is obviously going to take you further than mollycoddled comfort in how amazing and perfect you are in your current form. The process is built from painful honesty
The closest thing to heaven in this life is being needed by someone you actually give a shit about. its what evolution built us for, to care for something small and vulnerable that trusts us with its life and watch it grow into something that carries our blood beyond our death. thats the best medicine the worlds got. just staring into the eyes of your own blood and bone and saying yeah this is my job, this is my mark, this is what i was put here to do and ill be fucked if i dont do it right
Giving is only draining when who you're giving to only takes from you. If you give to someone who gives to you, then giving is naturally effortless and endless - as it is meant to be, into infinity - the endless virtuous loop that we call love!
Even two weeks in my life now equates to a lifetime of evolution, opportunity, advancements and change all across the board as I continue to ascend and learn and grow, very grateful 🥂
If the world gets darker and dumber, and your response is to match it, to curse at it, to become obsessed with how right you are about how bad it is, then you're an idiot
There is no healing. Healing yourself is largely an illusion and inherently a feminine (passive) thing to do for men. An athlete doesn't wait to fully process his injury. He simply starts his rehabilitation through load. A man in the middle of brutal circumstances has no time to sit & cry. He has to go through chaos by his own with a poker face making it look effortless. Remember this, adaptations occur by simply giving yourself no choice but to carry on. The mind & body are stupendously powerful. Most people underestimate themselves atleast by a 100 times. Your job is to ignore this pathetic mind virus of healing and simply move forward.
I spent years in the wrong fight, wondering why God forsaken me. i was too proud to go where he sent me. i wanted someone elses field, someone elses crown, and i got destroyed for it. a strong fish on a mountain is a dead fish. thats a failure of obedience
The mouth that trembles builds nothing. the mouth that commands splits water. moses did not ask, moses said. the sea obeyed. the sea always obeys the tongue that does not flinch. the cautious die in the desert, the certain cross. god did not bargain with darkness, god said let there be. nothing asked permission to disagree, the world simply complied. your world also complies, you just keep whispering apologies into the void and wondering why nothing is born through you. every prophet was killed for the same reason, his mouth worked, and that is how you knew it was real. stop trying to sound holy, start sounding like you mean it. God has not abandoned you, you abandoned your own throat
Part of subjecting yourself to temptation is to discover secrets about yourself: what you would do under certain conditions, and how that reflects on you. Are you the person you believe you are, or are you only that person when it’s easy for you to be them? The ultimate stubbornness is to be immovable: a person’s beauty protects them from the corrupting temptations that would agonise their conscience and haunt them. To live with a pure heart is thus the greatest defence - a spiritual defence against the perversions that would render this world colourless to you.
Sovereign in mind, money, movement and expression
I operate inside margins so fine that hesitation becomes expensive
Zero drag, zero latency, reality receives the decision almost immediately
Move through the world with divine posture and criminal levels of self belief
Precision so violent it looks prophetic in hindsight
Every action landing exactly where I intended like the universe has aimbot
If the kingdom is still one thousand miles away then fantastic
I will simply become the man capable of walking one thousand miles without asking the horizon for reassurance
Infinite stamina
Beautiful spirit
Perfect aim
Keep moving
Your burden is your honour and your gift is your curse, because your power came at such a high price that whilst grateful for it, you are disdainful of what it cost, and thus whilst you could never recommend it you would never dream of changing it - you are the best of hypocrites - for it is through your kindness that even though you are a good example, you do not lead by it by trying to recreate it: a most perfect paradox.
The happy man is the one who understands his burdens are gifts to him, to keep him grounded and present, and he will not be distracted by the fools who tell him his load is curse or slavery or shackles. you can see it in their eyes, the dead ones who say to be free is to be untethered. they do not know the difference between weight and gravity. they do not know that the anchor that holds the ship steady also keeps it from drifting away from home. the anchored man has both the depths below and heavens above open to him. he moves as one with the stars and ocean because his roots hold him steady as the wind blows, and the blue eyes one does not take away the blue eyed mans burden, he doubles it and calls it gift. so the next time the smart unhappy man tells you you would be happier if you had less to hold, you can laugh, because you know the secret, that burden is blessing, that the deepest joy is felt by the back bent with duty, because he knows his work matters, that it matters because it is not easy, and that is why he smiles