The Imaginary Finish Line

A classic success-borne mental issue arises when guys with formerly garbage lives actually put in the work to internalize the Red Pill. I call it the "Imaginary Finish Line".

The reality of life is that chasing the dragon is the whole ride.

Intermediate RP

Men who unfuck themselves and make a bunch of progress always end up mentally lost in the intermediate stage, because they wrapped up their ego existentially in some goal. Meaning, if the meaning of your life became fixing your problems - and you succeed - what's left?

You are guaranteed to have an existential crisis once you reach the goal if you've redefined your existence through said goal. Thus, the Imaginary Finish Line.

If you fix your life, you're left with an awesome life. This is hard to grasp when your old existence was defined by being a big faggot with lots of problems. The LACK of problems feels like one.

The cure is recognizing that all you've done is position yourself to live an awesome life. Getting laid with your wife (or whomever) and the gym were just tools of self actualization, not the end goal. The end goal is an awesome life.

If you catch the dragon, find a new dragon. That's all there is in life.