Anger moves mountains. Nothing drives a man to new heights more quickly than simmering rage redirected towards growth. Get mad.
I don't care how many times this subject has been retread here. I don't care how obvious and simple the message is. It bears repeating: anger and resentment are natural and good. If you work a shitty job and drive a shitty car and only get to fuck shitty women (if that), then you ought to feel shitty just about 24/7. Feeling shitty is a useful mechanism cooked up by Mother Nature to encourage self-improvement. Feeling good is a useful mechanism cooked up by Mother Nature to encourage keeping things the way they are. You wanna know why most self-help advice these days is fucked? It encourages you to feel good before you have any right or reason to.
If you're eating shit then you should feel like shit until you aren't eating shit anymore. Only thing is, most men these days don't realize you have the power to choose what type of shitty feeling permeates your being when your life is in the dumpster. Anger and aggression are discouraged at every turn in today's society, so most men with garbage lives default to feeling sad about it. This is misdirected negative energy. When your life is shit you can choose whether to feel sad or pissed off about it. Choose the useful option. Choose mad.
Wallowing in despair is a feminine state of being, and it works great for women. Women shed tears and doors magically open up for them out of the abyss. A man gets a little mopey and doors deadbolt shut to keep them out. "Sorry!" the gatekeeper yells as he slams the door in your face. "You're not the type of vulnerable pussy we were looking for!"
Anger, on the other hand, is a masculine emotion. Anger is the raw, penetrative force that kicks down doors and makes shit happen. Anger is your need to survive boiling up out of your body into the universe. If your life is in the gutter then get a fire burning under your broke, skinnyfat, low-SMV ass. Get mad.
The beautiful thing about anger is that it feeds into itself. What happens when you use your anger to force yourself out of your comfort zone and up to the plate, only to miss on your swing? One of two things: you can crawl back into your hole and weep or you can use the experience to get twice as pissed off about your circumstances. Failure converts into anger like status converts into girlfriends. Get mad, and when that doesn't work, get madder.
For decades snake oil salesmen have successfully sold people on the "power" of positive emotions like serenity and gratitude. In case there was any doubt, let me tell you right now: that shit is fuckin' bullshit. Counterproductive bullshit. Dopey nonsense. Scam. Mind you, "gratitude" is a great product to shill because it delivers satisfaction in the short term for the dumb chumps who buy into it. The placebo effect is strong. But if real change and results are what you're looking for, choose to feed the monster within. Make "gratitude" a dirty word and embrace the green-eyed beast that stirs in the pit of your stomach when you see people better off than you. Get jealous. Get resentful. Get mad. Then get to work.