how to never fall off again
the longer i live, the harder this life gets...
more arab princesses to entertain, searching for more ways to get paid, more stims to rip.
there is a fine line between enjoying this life, doing something that i deeply love...
...and losing that spark.
watched too many mfs get used to a certain life, and forget this endeavour to “be better” lasts forever.
it’s a never ending pursuit.
until death you are always pursuing greatness.
even then, you are buried with laurels and an example for your bloodline to follow through.
no other option.
however, sometimes even the people we look up to get bored living a certain way.
even though i practice and preach being delusionally obsessed with the game to the point of breaking. there are days it tears my soul apart.
there i was.
a highly functioning fanatic of the mind. enjoyer of taking pieces of life and putting them together. insanely narcissistic machiavellian with psychopathic tendencies. the big 3.
an optimised crazy alchemist piling on post soviet stimulants and peptides, constantly testing new experiments and updating my stack of ‘snacks’
a semi pro boxer and gym enthusiast obliterating his body for fun
student of the human mind, and history of top performers, trying to spot patterns that lead to this legendary work ethic.
compulsive womaniser playing with girls feelings like toys. no problem getting laid if you’ve maxxed out aesthetics and power dynamics.
feeling nothing.
drained off emotions.
never thought I would experience emptiness again. but here i was. slowly letting the spark die.
and the reason you’re reading this is because you’re losing it too...
a man who thinks he has finished life, has no desire to keep on living.
beauty’s in the progress. that’s my motto.
but when you get to a certain level in life, where it feels like you are standing at the top of the mountain, you adapt. nothing feels exciting anymore.
everything you have ever wanted is yours. you are ‘better’ than an average joe. that urge to keep progressing goes out the window.
hedonic adaptation. things that make you happy in the moment, become a baseline of unhappiness after some time.
the spike of dopamine lottery winners experience, goes back to baseline after a few months of enjoying the money. because it became their new ‘normal’
that’s why there is times where a pondering session under the sun with a delicious cigar in one hand doesn’t hit as much.
the song that has been replayed too much, loses its beauty.
it lacks novelty. and the human brain craves it more than anything.
hence why you get tired of ticking off the same boxes each day, and repeating the same process. everyone does. you ain’t alone in this feeling.
same way a girl goes into her hoe phase in her 20s, gets unlimited stds, then marries a regular guy in her 30s... (touchy subject)
she ain’t looking at the bigger picture.
everything that you do today, you do to level up your future self.
not the guy you are now. but the guy you will become after a few years of persistent progress.
he is watching you from up ahead, arms crossed, unimpressed by the broken promises.
and me?
i’m a maniacal narcissist about only one thing.
the mission.
i don’t get to regress. i no longer feel the need to slack off. there’s a heroic arc with my name on it and feeling complacent is my arch nemesis...
it is my moral obligation as a man to savour what i have...
...and stay on this course for the rest of my life.
one day you’ll want to give up. its inevitable.
simply remember who you are doing it for.
any obstacle you go up against IS a test.
it wants to know if you have got what i takes.
think twice before going off course.
you may be the chosen one.
that’s how you make sure you never fall off again.
the future is now.
stay schizo.
g2Ø.
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