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Every man is the product of what he was gifted with genetically, and how he chooses to respond to the events of his life.
Every man's thoughts and ideas are to satisfy his needs and desires.
Hell was invented by men with descriptions of things that have already happened to men around them here on earth. Fire, torment, endless tears and gnashing of teeth, happens right here, right now.
Especially for me. I look in the mirror and know conclusively I wasn't born into wealth, but poverty. I wasn't born into beauty, but ugliness. I wasn't born into mental strength, but endless mental anguish. I wasn't given support from others, but loneliness. Even now as I think these thoughts, I am unhappy, I am in pain, I am ugly, I am lonely, I know it's over for me in the dating market.
But I will still succeed. I felt ugly yesterday, and ran so hard that I went at least 4 miles almost sprinting the entire time. This morning I felt ugly, and decided I'm going to save $12,000 in 3 months and get a genioplasty as soon as possible.
I know I'm not good enough. But what many fail to realize is that where something is lacking in an individual, secondary traits usually grow in size to make up for what's missing. For example humans lack physical prowess and made up for that with intellectual dominance over other animals. A kidney removed, causes the other to double in size to make up for the work load that isn't being met. A man in constant pain, grows numb to it, cold to it, and eventually has a devil-like smile on his face as he realizes he is still going to succeed.
This world is full of suffering, full of torment. It is a hell.
It's the background to your story. You just don't know it. Life is nothing, it shouldn't be taken too seriously, you should go to war knowing you are nothing, a mortal, a random genetic experiment and you sacrifice yourself and everything your "life" is, in an attempt for glory, chasing power.
You are nothing but what you choose to be. This world is nothing but a hell, and to rule over it you have to become a Devil, as every great man becomes stronger than the weight he pushes against. If the world around you is fire and brimstone, you have to become a strong, evil motherfucker to be able to rise against it.
In due time, I will have surgery, have hair back, look quite good, be shredded, be jacked, have money, and feel better. I know it. Right now, I suffer.
And it's good. I can't wait to succeed.
Every man's thoughts and ideas are to satisfy his needs and desires.
Hell was invented by men with descriptions of things that have already happened to men around them here on earth. Fire, torment, endless tears and gnashing of teeth, happens right here, right now.
Especially for me. I look in the mirror and know conclusively I wasn't born into wealth, but poverty. I wasn't born into beauty, but ugliness. I wasn't born into mental strength, but endless mental anguish. I wasn't given support from others, but loneliness. Even now as I think these thoughts, I am unhappy, I am in pain, I am ugly, I am lonely, I know it's over for me in the dating market.
But I will still succeed. I felt ugly yesterday, and ran so hard that I went at least 4 miles almost sprinting the entire time. This morning I felt ugly, and decided I'm going to save $12,000 in 3 months and get a genioplasty as soon as possible.
I know I'm not good enough. But what many fail to realize is that where something is lacking in an individual, secondary traits usually grow in size to make up for what's missing. For example humans lack physical prowess and made up for that with intellectual dominance over other animals. A kidney removed, causes the other to double in size to make up for the work load that isn't being met. A man in constant pain, grows numb to it, cold to it, and eventually has a devil-like smile on his face as he realizes he is still going to succeed.
This world is full of suffering, full of torment. It is a hell.
It's the background to your story. You just don't know it. Life is nothing, it shouldn't be taken too seriously, you should go to war knowing you are nothing, a mortal, a random genetic experiment and you sacrifice yourself and everything your "life" is, in an attempt for glory, chasing power.
You are nothing but what you choose to be. This world is nothing but a hell, and to rule over it you have to become a Devil, as every great man becomes stronger than the weight he pushes against. If the world around you is fire and brimstone, you have to become a strong, evil motherfucker to be able to rise against it.
In due time, I will have surgery, have hair back, look quite good, be shredded, be jacked, have money, and feel better. I know it. Right now, I suffer.
And it's good. I can't wait to succeed.
