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To be honest I want to keep this as compact as possible to let it out. But it'll be lengthy I think haha
I am turning 23 next month.
In 2022 I introduced myself to this forum roughly when I was reading Fastlane and Unscripted .
I complained about my apprenticeship or something, nothing new. That was my first experience having a 9 to 5.
After 6 months I quit and got myself into the electrical trades. Yet another apprenticeship but something more physical.
I liked it more at first. But I slowly learned most jobs are the same. Get a task, complete it without causing a disaster. Collect paycheck.
That's cool. But the 14 year old me in the past wanted the fastlane life. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I mostly spent those years up until now just dreaming about it. Never seriously attempting something aside from meaningless YouTube videos that got deleted for the lack of effort I put into them. I did freelance stuff too but never really went anywhere.
I am almost done with the apprenticeship and I am 3 years into my 20s. What I didn't fully understand was that I spent so much time worrying and dreaming that I never even spent a single second living. I was depressed the past 6 years or so. Completely lost and just wandering through the education system and the jobs I held on the side.
Those apprenticeships really taught me how the working world runs. And when I started researching fastlane stuff on the side, that really opened my eyes on how fastlaners do it.
This shit isn't just a side hustle get rich easy and quit your job. This shit is actual torture if you wanna do it right. Nothing is guaranteed. It's like a battlefield and you're up against people who've been fighting for decades.
It's like I am grabbing my rifle and running through foggy darkness in the mud. Hearing huge tanks fire off their caliber, screaming and shouting. Ground shaking impacts, technically I have no chance and I am completely alone.
But I am looking for that Ferrari and a wife who are waiting for me in the backyard of my Italian vacation home. Preferably before I turn 35 (even though the mud I am stuck in keeps me at 9 inches per second of movement speed. and the Italians hate foreigners buying up their real estate. Oh and it would be nice if I could meet that wife in like the next 3 years so I don't have to panic that I won't find someone)
Okay enough with the crap. Who do I think I am?
Truth is, most fail. Maybe they don't have enough time. Maybe they don't have enough capital. Even if you had both, you still fail..
And I never really realized from all the daydreaming that I wasn't better than anyone else on this planet. I will fail too judging by the statistics.
Now this is something you can either internalize and have it destroy your hopes,
or you can use it to fuel you past the walls and the mountains.
The odds are so damn low. But life isn't measurable in numbers really. Luck is very variable.
What's pretty predictable though is how prepared you are. I am not prepared. But what's the alternative?
Giving up is not an alternative. It's defeat I would hate to accept. Because if you do give up, you will lose 100%.
But what if you don't give up?
I'd get scared sometimes last year thinking about my future. Having done nothing, having made zero preparation for life.
Lost friends, lost the drive to get good grades. Lost the interest in girls. I dropped everything. Well I graduated high school but that 1.7 GPA speaks for itself.
I was straight up battling with myself too much. And nobody would want to be around with that kind of person.
This is 100% understandable. And at last, nobody will be coming to save me. I can give up and perish. Do nothing and watch my existence fade away in the 9 to 5.
Or I can come to terms with the mistakes, with the pain, with the regret. And say
"I am not done yet. I am not done with this."
Life feels like a boxing match you were thrown in. Either you can lay on the ground for 70 years, half a$$ your effort and keep stumbling and falling,
or you can get up and fight for your life. At the end, you will both be dead either way.
But what you do is what counts. How hard you actually try to fight is what counts.
My goal is to get back up after I got knocked out. Only waking up after I got hit unconscious. I might have to reread some of the books MJ wrote for us.
I want to finish this apprenticeship, look for any learning opportunity I can get my hands on. Get that paycheck. Get physically fit.
But most importantly, defeat the limiting beliefs. Those that control every waking decision of my life. Completely detach myself from all excuses.
The main enemy is obviously modern media. Everywhere you go, inside your pocket is that devil that keeps you distracted. Noises, vibrations, screens.
DING DING DING DING. All of it requires the discipline of a roman warrior.
This is really difficult but I'm on my way.
I have learned a lot this week, no one is out to save me. I don't deserve anything. I only get what I work for.
No one will hand me the job I want if I don't offer something in return.
No one will just hand me all of the women I want if I don't offer something in return.
No one will just hand me the car keys I want if I don't sacrifice what's neccessary.
No one will come and build the business to leave my mark on this planet.
No one will knock on my door to have babies with me if I can't even take care of myself.
No one will hand me a bag of money if I'd just waste it and provide zero value.
I am turning 23 next month.
In 2022 I introduced myself to this forum roughly when I was reading Fastlane and Unscripted .
I complained about my apprenticeship or something, nothing new. That was my first experience having a 9 to 5.
After 6 months I quit and got myself into the electrical trades. Yet another apprenticeship but something more physical.
I liked it more at first. But I slowly learned most jobs are the same. Get a task, complete it without causing a disaster. Collect paycheck.
That's cool. But the 14 year old me in the past wanted the fastlane life. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I mostly spent those years up until now just dreaming about it. Never seriously attempting something aside from meaningless YouTube videos that got deleted for the lack of effort I put into them. I did freelance stuff too but never really went anywhere.
I am almost done with the apprenticeship and I am 3 years into my 20s. What I didn't fully understand was that I spent so much time worrying and dreaming that I never even spent a single second living. I was depressed the past 6 years or so. Completely lost and just wandering through the education system and the jobs I held on the side.
Those apprenticeships really taught me how the working world runs. And when I started researching fastlane stuff on the side, that really opened my eyes on how fastlaners do it.
This shit isn't just a side hustle get rich easy and quit your job. This shit is actual torture if you wanna do it right. Nothing is guaranteed. It's like a battlefield and you're up against people who've been fighting for decades.
It's like I am grabbing my rifle and running through foggy darkness in the mud. Hearing huge tanks fire off their caliber, screaming and shouting. Ground shaking impacts, technically I have no chance and I am completely alone.
But I am looking for that Ferrari and a wife who are waiting for me in the backyard of my Italian vacation home. Preferably before I turn 35 (even though the mud I am stuck in keeps me at 9 inches per second of movement speed. and the Italians hate foreigners buying up their real estate. Oh and it would be nice if I could meet that wife in like the next 3 years so I don't have to panic that I won't find someone)
Okay enough with the crap. Who do I think I am?
Truth is, most fail. Maybe they don't have enough time. Maybe they don't have enough capital. Even if you had both, you still fail..
And I never really realized from all the daydreaming that I wasn't better than anyone else on this planet. I will fail too judging by the statistics.
Now this is something you can either internalize and have it destroy your hopes,
or you can use it to fuel you past the walls and the mountains.
The odds are so damn low. But life isn't measurable in numbers really. Luck is very variable.
What's pretty predictable though is how prepared you are. I am not prepared. But what's the alternative?
Giving up is not an alternative. It's defeat I would hate to accept. Because if you do give up, you will lose 100%.
But what if you don't give up?
I'd get scared sometimes last year thinking about my future. Having done nothing, having made zero preparation for life.
Lost friends, lost the drive to get good grades. Lost the interest in girls. I dropped everything. Well I graduated high school but that 1.7 GPA speaks for itself.
I was straight up battling with myself too much. And nobody would want to be around with that kind of person.
This is 100% understandable. And at last, nobody will be coming to save me. I can give up and perish. Do nothing and watch my existence fade away in the 9 to 5.
Or I can come to terms with the mistakes, with the pain, with the regret. And say
"I am not done yet. I am not done with this."
Life feels like a boxing match you were thrown in. Either you can lay on the ground for 70 years, half a$$ your effort and keep stumbling and falling,
or you can get up and fight for your life. At the end, you will both be dead either way.
But what you do is what counts. How hard you actually try to fight is what counts.
My goal is to get back up after I got knocked out. Only waking up after I got hit unconscious. I might have to reread some of the books MJ wrote for us.
I want to finish this apprenticeship, look for any learning opportunity I can get my hands on. Get that paycheck. Get physically fit.
But most importantly, defeat the limiting beliefs. Those that control every waking decision of my life. Completely detach myself from all excuses.
The main enemy is obviously modern media. Everywhere you go, inside your pocket is that devil that keeps you distracted. Noises, vibrations, screens.
DING DING DING DING. All of it requires the discipline of a roman warrior.
This is really difficult but I'm on my way.
I have learned a lot this week, no one is out to save me. I don't deserve anything. I only get what I work for.
No one will hand me the job I want if I don't offer something in return.
No one will just hand me all of the women I want if I don't offer something in return.
No one will just hand me the car keys I want if I don't sacrifice what's neccessary.
No one will come and build the business to leave my mark on this planet.
No one will knock on my door to have babies with me if I can't even take care of myself.
No one will hand me a bag of money if I'd just waste it and provide zero value.
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