Got it?

Just don't fucking do it.

It doesn't matter how hard it is right now.

It doesn't matter how much you wanna stop walking and just fall flat on your face.

Because you're tired, you're hurt or just plain messed up.

Your insecurities, your fears, your ailments.

They're not nearly as bad as you believe them to be.

They seem to be because they are the status quo. They are what you've carried on your shoulders all this time.

Most people not only won't notice but they won't fucking care about them.

You are the center of your own universe.

But you are the center of no one else's.

You're a little blur, a smudge and a bacteria in most people's lives.

You don't matter but that's the beauty of it.

No one will remember you awkwardly stumble towards some girl on the streets.

Hell, I'd say some people will take notice and will remember it in a good way.

If I saw a dude approaching a girl, I probably wouldn't fucking notice it in the first place but if I did I'd be like "Man, good for him. I hope he gets shit done."

And that's what I hope for you, brosephs.

I want you to succeed.

I want you to do the things you KNOW you must.

But most of all, the things you WANT to do.

Because if you don't, what then, bro?

What then? What if you give up?

Do you want to live the rest of your life, your dick untouched by anyone other than yourself?

Oh well maybe when you're old, in a home, going senile, some poor unfortunate person will touch it because you can't fucking clean it anymore.

Is that when you want that moment to come again? 50, 60 whatever years down the road?

Do you want to miss out on all the fun, memorable experiences? All the people you could get to know and share bonds with?

Not just intimate bonds but friendships and companionships.

Do you want your life to flash before your eyes and you realize that you're going to die alone, no friends to remember, no girls to remember, no experiences to remember? Dreaming of what could have been?

Do you want to be an insignificant smudge in everyone's life?

Is that truly what you want?

Do you really think you can quit this easily?

You can. But you'll always know that you could have been stronger, you could've been meaner, you could've been more badass.

You could've been the man you deserve to become.

You'll quit and every time you look at a girl, you'll remember "I quit. This is it for me." and then you keep going with your life.

But you'll never be convinced that you're not meant for it.

That you're not attractive enough.

You will always have that nagging voice telling you the truth. That you quit because you wanted to quit. You quit because you chose to be weak.

Do you really want to live in that agony? It'll only get stronger and stronger. Until it kills you inside.

Until you're so deep in your own torment that it's far too late to make a change.

When those self destructive beliefs have been carved so deep into your insides that there's no way the marks will be washed away.

And yes, I know I quit.

Do you know why I quit?

Do you know the intricate and complex reasons for why I quit?

You don't.

And you never will.

Because there are no intricacies or complexities.

It's all very simple.

I'm a bitch. I'm a pussy. I'm a chode. I'm a wimp. I'm a spineless loser.

That's the truth, brosephs.

If you quit, you're the same as me and no amount of excuses or rationalizations will suffice.

There is no "I'm not meant for this".

There is no "I'm too broken."

There is no whatever the fuck your stupid brain can muster.

All there is, is a simple choice.

  • You either man up, toughen up and walk the walk. Make the hard choice. Be the guy you want to be. And thrive. You make the sacrifice. Kill the weaknesses. Fight them. And live a fulfilling life full of awesome experiences, awesome people and awesome girls.

  • Or you pussy out, you give up, you quit. You don't do the hard deed because you've accepted yourself as a weak man. And keep floating in this life doing whatever you're doing until you die alone in your house and rot until someone finds you, and they find you because you stink up the entire neighborhood with your rotting carcass.

Which one are you?

Or rather, which one do you want to be?

I don't know any of you, I never have and never will.

And while it's great that there are guys who break through the walls and share their stories here.

Y'know giving you something to aspire to or at least something to be inspired by.

I've always wanted to be that guy that could help other dudes get their shit together.

Always wanted to be the one that could do it himself.

Always felt a lot of sympathy for those that find themselves helpless.

But if I can't give you brosephs something to aspire to.

At least I can give you something to avoid becoming.

Because knowing what you want isn't as important as what you don't want.

Knowing what you don't want is better because it scares you.

In conclusion.

One of the greatest gifts we can get in this life, are people.

Nothing in life is better than other people.

With all their faults and failures.

Even the worst person in your life can become the greatest catalyst for you to become better.

They can break you down, but you can build yourself back up.

You can't really make a significantly better building without demolishing it first.

I don't know if this'll help any of you.

But at least I hope you have the balls I don't.