I picked up my guitar the other day and began to learn a song by Nirvana. Been practicing it for days and days and days. I haven’t learned a song in years. I have a strong foundation in music given that I took guitar and piano lessons in my youth and mastered many songs. When I pick up my guitar, it’s only when I’m in an ecstatic state, when I’m feeling creative. Otherwise, there is no soul to what I play, no actual heart behind my jams. And when I am in that inspired state, I sure as hell don’t play other people’s music. I jam out. I sing from my soul. I do not think. I get out of the way. And I let that inspiration come through in whatever form it may. Rarely, I’ll turn on my microphone and capture the magic. In months or years later, I will return to my recordings and will be blown away. The soul of the music comes right through the speakers. I can simply hear it. I intuitively feel it. The magic is there. It's in the authenticity of the strumming, it’s in the originality of whatever I made up right there on the spot. My appreciation for this sort of inspiration has led me to dread all things plastic, all things fabricated, all things beyond the immediacy of life. The purest form of magic, the greatest calling, is to reveal oneself authentically in the moment. To stamp your soul upon life with all intellectual churning removed.

This is of course an idealized state. No man could forever be inspired. No man could simply depend on spontaneity in the moment forever. A man’s responsibility is the proper use of his intellect: insight, foresight, planning, accumulation of knowledge, application of knowledge, collection of experience, refinement of personality. It is foolish on my part to simply encourage spontaneity, to encourage the magic of living in the direct moment. There are many latent geniuses, many highly capable people, so much potential existing within the hidden recesses of individual’s souls. Yet, for some, this inward dwelling power never manifests. Life has beaten such individual’s into mediocrity. Perhaps they choose their own mediocrity out of laziness, out of fear, out of circumstance. And I do not blame such individuals. Life is complicated. Life is hard.

Man himself is a composition of many oppositional forces. That part of yourself which desires hedonistic pleasure - a drink after a long day of work followed by mindless Netflix consumption - is much different from that part of yourself which desires to inspire, to stamp your mark upon the earth, to leave the earth a better place. Man is filled with warring opposites. And only the disciplined man can get himself entirely into order so as to unify all his differing selves into unison so that he can move forward towards his highest potential without massive amounts of conflict within himself.

Each man must build a solid foundation within himself. A musician must learn the basics of composition, music theory, chord progression, cadence, minor scales, major scales, before he is ready to extemporize and create his own music. A writer must read the great works of others, must witness the soul of other’s revealed on the pages, must learn grammar, sentence structure, spelling, before he could even hope to have others read and respect his work. For any pursuit, a foundation is necessary for proper application.. A man who wishes to be good with women, to have romantic success, cannot do so without having reference experience, failures, insight from others, observations of the opposite sex, knowledge, etc. He must have a solid foundation in place before he is ready to spontaneously explore with women.

Even with all the knowledge in the world, all the observations, all the reference experiences, all the advice from others, a man is still destined to fail if he cannot be himself, if he cannot reveal his soul, if he cannot employ his distinct self, if he cannot be spontaneous, creative, unique. He may have slight success as a charlatan, as a copier, as someone who replicates the methods of others, but he will not have massive success until he has paired all that he has learned, all that he knows, with his own distinct way of being, with his own creative spirit.

I had this epiphany as I attempted to play the Nirvana song the other day. I knew the chords, I knew the strumming pattern, I knew the lyrics, and I could play the song fully through. But you know what it lacked when I played? It lacked my soul. It lacked my heart. There was indeed a plastic feel to my replication. It was dull, boring. It lacked life. It lacked spirit. I am no Kurt Cobain. I did not witness the depression he witnessed. I do not have the pain that he had. I did not have the same childhood experiences. And for this reason, I live in a completely separate reality from that of Cobain. Sure, we have similarities as all people do in the human experience. Yet, what differs in each of us is our state of being, our state of soul, the state of our hearts. Of course Kurt was massively talented and in no way am I saying that the only reason I am not as talented or successful as him is because our souls are different. That is not my point.

My point is Nirvana’s music was a massive success because it spoke the authentic language of the soul, of the heart. When you hear Kurt sing, you can hear the genuine pain he experienced. You can hear his trials and tribulations of his life experience. He expresses a real reality through his music. Other people know that same reality and they gravitate towards his music because he expressed something real, something felt, something others had in their souls, but could not articulate themselves. All great artists do this - they replicate experiences that are normally ineffable and make them tangible to others, others who have difficulty articulating and understanding that same experience.

In regards to women, you could have all TRP knowledge in the world. You know shit tests. You’ve read about LMR. You know girls will test your boundaries. You know women are attracted to dominant, strong men. Yes, you have become a walking encyclopedia for all things women. Yet, you still lack success. You lack abundance. You writhe in torment as your intellect raises and raises to levels of understanding you have never known prior. Yet in the spontaneous moments you have with women, it all flies out the window, your heart rate increases, your voice is stuck in your throat, and you flounder about, revealing that you are no seducer. You are just a boy with a head packed to the brim of knowledge, which has yet to have any practical application.

What you lack is your distinct stamp, your unique voice, your personality, your own spontaneity! You have become a TRP replicate, a lifeless robot filled with routines, strategies, and insights which gives you the illusion that you know women. But you cannot know the world through your intellect alone. The intellect is there as your map. But your soul is the enactor, the enabler, the force which makes use of the map for all practical purposes. If your life lacks your touch, lacks your soul, you’re nothing but a vacant body, a useless person who cannot apply what he knows practically.

Your soul is your passion. And if you can reveal your soul, if you can reveal the true language that dwells within you, you become akin to a cosmic force. A heat and light radiates off your body like that of the sun. Others will want to be around you. Women will want to be with you. Because what you have done is given life your own distinct touch, your own unique voice. You are living now! You are no replicate, no robot, no copier, but instead are an instigator, an originator, a man who dwells in his own power, a man who brings what authentically rests in his heart outward to impact the world.

This is the only way you will ever have massive success in whatever you pursue. You can have all the knowledge and intellectual conjecture you want, but if it lacks your passion, if it lacks your heart & soul, then you are truly dead. Death does not necessarily necessitate the dying of the body, but can instead occur in a man whose soul, whose passion has become so deeply buried within himself, that no light emanates from him at all. It’s easy to spot an individual's state of being. You will feel incredibly good, inspired, uplifted when you’re around someone whose soul is alive. And you will feel ill at ease, tense, withdrawn around someone whose soul is gone, is vacant, is dark, is lifeless. Your goal is to have an authentic zest for life, to have passion for whatever you pursue, so that whoever comes in contact with you is uplifted, has witnessed the authentic nature of your being. If your soul isn’t involved in the creation of your life, you are no better than dead!