G’s understand exactly how killable they are.
G’s know how to conduct themselves.
G’s walk in a club full of super models and conduct thirstlessly.
G’s apologise if they bump into someone.
G’s talk until the last possible moment when violence is the only chance or survival.
I knew breddahs who wouldn’t open the mail because they couldn’t afford the bills.
Monster isn’t going away on its own.
You need to at least understand your opponent.
Read the bills. Add them all up.
Still don’t pay them.
But knowledge is power.
Two things will make you a cold cold bastard.
Professional fighting.
And Chess.
In these two realms there is no luck.
There is no teammate to save you.
There is brutal reality of struggle.
Struggle to train. Struggle to survive.
If you fuck up you pay with your life.
Life used to be about SURVIVAL.
Now that surviving is so easy, everyone obsessed with being happy.
Life isn’t about being happy.
Humans didn’t evolve to be happy.
We are constantly discontent to ensure we struggle to thrive.
Happiness in itself is an impossible goal.