So, this probably will be a strange post, but trust me, it’s full of truth.

When I came across the red pill I was a partially awkward and poor young man, still in love with his high school crush. I was depressed and my main entertainment was daydreaming about my future self, being with my dream girl and a billionaire. The classic. But even though I had these dreams I did nothing about it. I was a depressed fuck.

So I came across the red pill and started my journey. I started with my job, making money etc. then worked on my style, appearance, started going to the gym, had ups and downs etc. I started having sex. Pulling girls. Some where hot, some were meh, but hey, I had action.

Then I met a girl, I thought she was all I want. But she wasn’t, I won’t go into details, but she made me more depressed than before the red pill, so after some months of forgetting about TRP I came back to it, started improving myself further.

I grew wiser.

I used to live above my means. Expensive rent for a penthouse in the centre of the city, expensive car etc.

Now I got tempered event though my income doubled in a couple of years.

I got more disciplined.

I started thinking long term.

I started pulling hotter girls with higher social status.

Then I met my current gf.

She’s really hot, from a Christian family, virgin when we met, but the sex became really good, she cooks, she cleans, she s temperate with expenses. All you could wish for. We even move in together… So pretty much I m a mid 20s homeowner with a good income and a girl that meets all the checkpoints of any guy… but still…

I still sometimes think about my single life. About how I had an unfair advantage against other guys because of TRP. I thing about that hot artist girl I banged for some months, about that random ons from a quick tinder chat, about that feeling of excitement because I didn’t know what s about to come. I miss that feeling I could do everything with anyone… It s strange. All my life I wanted to be where I am now, but now I m missing my journey To this point… I accomplished what I dreamed… but I feel empty somehow. I miss the chat with the boys about my latest conquest, I miss the tinder swipes, I miss the random flirting with girls at bars or parties, I miss going on vacation with my boys and picking up local chicks… but at the same time I m happy with my life… it s really strange, maybe bipolar.

But anyway, my conclusion is this:

Doesn’t matter where you are on your journey, enjoy it, and hell, don’t rush it, make it take as long as you can, because you ll miss it. You ll miss these days of self improvement and total freedom.

Maybe I need a bigger goal, but it s a strange feeling when you get what you dreamed off and isn’t as fulfilling as you thought it will be.