Inspired by a post by /u/I_Hate_Sprog ("Going to jail for 7 months") I decided to share my experience.

Some years ago I was living a very happy life, more than enough money, no wife, no kids, lot of girls and not a single worry. Then a kid texting with his smartphone decided to run a red light at high speed exactly when I was entering the same intersection, and my next memory is me lying in an hospital bed inside the ER. Before going on: I'm happy to say that I'm 100% ok now, fully recovered, hitting the gym as before, spinning plates as before, etc...

My car was a brand new SUV with lot of safety devices, it got totally destroyed but saved my life: I was VERY lucky, since I had a vertebra broken, but the spinal cord inside it didn't suffer any damage. I went through a surgery and then a period of around 8 months of physiotherapy, rehabilitation therapy and gym until full recovery.

This forced "monk mode" taught me a lot of important lessons and confirmed many red pill beliefs I already had:

  • Health is your most important asset: money/girls/whatever don't mean anything compared to your health, simply because without a good health you cannot enjoy money/girls/whatever. Mathematically speaking, health is is a necessary condition (but not sufficient) for living a good life.

  • Time is your second most important asset: you never know what's going to happen tomorrow, and how much time you have to enjoy your passions and achieve your goals. So don't waste your time on stupid things and use it wisely as per your priorities.

  • Money is your third most important asset: money is the single thing that can help you more in life, in good and especially bad situations. Money may not buy everything, but it can definitely buy LOT of very important (sometimes life saving) stuff and services. And then after all, "if you think money can't buy happiness, you're not spending it right."

  • You are alone: maybe it's different for married guys, but when the real shit hits the fan all your plates, acquaintances, colleagues vanish in a month or so. The only people on this planet that love you unconditionally are yourself and your parents, if you're lucky enough to still have them. Maybe some really close friends or brothers/sisters. I wasn't autonomous during my first months of recovery, and my only option had been to move back to my parents home.

  • Monk mode WORKS: I spent many months totally focused on exercising, eating well and getting a good sleep, and it's incredible what a regime like this can do to your body. Ditching all external distractions makes wonder to your mind as well: I managed to focus more on my hobbies and passions, completed the restoration of my beloved classic car, read a lot of books, taught myself Python language, improved my photography skills and style, and much more.

  • Death is part of life: yes it sucks, but as an adult and rational person you have to accept it. Good thing about accepting it is that you can manage it ON YOUR OWN TERMS: I made a will containing the full inventory of my interests, properties, etc... and then (I know that this part will be a bit controversial) I also signed a kind of insurance ("biological will") with a clinic in Switzerland, where euthanasia is legal. I believe that life is worth living up to the time you're able to wipe your ass on your own, and so I want to have the possibility to leave this world with dignity when it will be the time. You may consider this last thought a bit negative and bitter, but I can assure IT'S NOT: I really love my life, and knowing that no matter what destiny may throw at me, death included, I'M PREPARED... well, it gives me an unprecedented feeling of power and peace of mind.