Matthew McConaughey reveals the difference between a nice guy and a good man
"A nice guy gets along. They don't necessarily have discernment or judgment, not sure what they stand for or stand against. It's like yes, yes, yes, sure"
"A good man has ideals that they stand for and they stand against. And when they're tested, a good man is not a nice guy"
"Being a good man is a lot harder for good reason. Not going to be the most popular. Not going to be always the most affable"
"It also doesn't mean you got to be a dick. It just means sometimes you got to go, I believe in this, this is for me, and that is not for me"
"A good man's not looking for trouble. But if it comes, and if something he cares about was trespassed on, a good man does what he can to stop that"
Winston Churchill drank a quart of scotch every single day. He started in the morning at 7am with weak whisky and soda at breakfast, then kept going.
The man was functionally drunk for the entire Second World War. And yet he still outmaneuvered Hitler, outtalked Roosevelt, and outlasted Stalin. He lived to 90.
When asked about his drinking, he said he had taken more out of alcohol than alcohol had taken out of him.
That's real lifemaxxing, if you ask me.
My husband usually takes my son to practice.
Today I took him, sitting here listening to the moms talk is my personal hell.
This is why I have no friends.
The next time you feel like giving up, remember this: Elon Musk sat here after losing $100 million.
This photo was taken after SpaceX’s third rocket failure. Elon had burned through nearly $100 million of his own money, SpaceX was weeks away from bankruptcy, Tesla was struggling, and he was reportedly sleeping on friends’ couches.
The media called him reckless. Investors pulled back. Almost everyone told him to quit.
But instead of giving up, Elon risked everything on one final launch.
If it failed, SpaceX was finished.
It didn’t fail.
That launch succeeded, and it changed history.
Today, SpaceX is reportedly valued around $1.25 trillion, dominates the private space industry, and is preparing for what could become one of the largest IPOs ever, with reports pointing to a valuation near $1.75 trillion.
Most people quit right before the breakthrough.
Elon kept pushing when everything was against him.
That is the difference between almost succeeding and changing the world.
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Retail investors are actually celebrating that SpaceX is reserving 30% of its IPO for them.
Let me explain how the real world works: Wall Street doesn't hand you 30% of a generational asset out of charity.
When institutional money refuses to swallow an inflated private market valuation, they need a massive liquidity sponge to absorb the float.
You aren't getting in early. You are volunteering to be venture capital's exit liquidity.
Save this tweet for 6 months from now.
$TSLA
BREAKING: In brand new exclusive interview with Barron’s Ryan Cohen says $GME still wants to buy eBay, rips their BoD 🚨.
“I want to own eBay,” Cohen says. “I want to own it for the long term. It’s a great business that’s been poorly managed.”
On rejected offer: “It’s not surprising. We presented a highly credible offer, and it’s exactly what you would expect from a professional board and management team that’s not aligned with shareholders. So, it’s par for the course.”
The girl at the coffee counter asked for my name.
So I gave her my name. Not the small one. In my country a man does not offer his given name to a stranger; he offers the name of his house, the banner his ancestors died beneath. "Oda," I said. Three letters. Eight hundred years.
She wrote it on the cup and called it out.
"Ota?"
I turned to the cup. There, in black ink, was the house she had given me.
OTA.
I went still. One stroke of her marker, and I had been adopted into another family.
In my country this is not done lightly. To enter a new house takes a marriage, a war, or a death, and the approval of elders who argue for a year. This woman did it in three seconds, with a pen, while steaming milk.
A lesser man would have corrected her. I did not.
Who was I to refuse the house? She had looked at me, weighed my whole bloodline, and judged me an Ota. The cup does not lie. The cup is the document. I was holding, still warm, the deed to a family I had not known that morning.
So I bowed. "Thank you," I said, "for the house of Ota."
She said, "no worries!" and called the next name.
She did not know she had married me into a new clan. They never do. The ones who rename us never feel the weight of the banner they hand us.
I sat by the window and drank the coffee of the house of Ota. It was, I confess, a fine house. Quieter than my own. Fewer enemies.
That night I wrote to the elders of Oda, to explain, with honor, that I had been received into another family by a barista, and that I would carry both names with equal pride, and bring no shame to either.
They have not written back. Eight hundred years of Oda, ended at a coffee counter, is a great deal to take in. I give them time.
I keep the cups now. ODA. OTA. ODE. Once, gloriously, ODER, which I am fairly sure is a third house entirely.
A lesser man would mourn the name he lost.
I have decided I am the head of every house the cup grants me, and I will defend them all, one cup at a time, to the last drop.