When you know you’re destined for it, all adversity and opposing people become irrelevant.

Gotta be careful crafting your whole personality around vague perpetual topics. A whole life dedicated to “healing” or “rationality” and you find yourself looking extrenuously for problems to solve. Ones that don’t actually lead to real results or a tangible body of work.

I genuinely believe everything works out in my favor and that God orders my steps perfectly. I know any setback or “failure” is divine protection or an opportunity. I trust my intuition the way most people trust “sources.” Impossible to have anxiety from this frame. Ever.

If you don’t stand on your word as a man, then what do you have.

As important as skill and talent are, they’re still second to attrition. Last man standing always wins.

You wake up everyday and don’t feel like you’re chosen by God to pursue greatness and effect your community, and the world, on a mass scale? Can’t relate.

Imposing my perspective on the world was never going to be an easy feat.

More emphasis on creating. Networking, social media clout, and aesthetics only get you so far without an actual body of work. I always wanted to be the guy, not just look like I was the guy.

Really be sitting in class plotting on how I’m going to make 100 mil.

Hard truth is that just because you’ve taken losses doesn’t mean you deserve to win.

It either ends in glory or tragedy. No interest in the mediocre. There’s a cost to your name being remembered.

I’m only interested in expressing myself through art, and mastering the markets. Everything else is either a byproduct or it can be forgotten.

Can’t lose when you’re this fucking hungry. Don’t matter the odds, don’t matter the competition, don’t matter the situation. When folding isn’t an option, the world eventually bends to your will.

Learning: Everyone loves hearing about hard work and grit at the end of the story, but it is not an angle to be exploited on the come-up.

Quarter M by year’s end or you can chalk it up as a failure.

Lmk a biz worth 9mil+ that don’t run ads

Couldn’t imagine going thru life and not pursing excellence. Not wanting to be great. Not wanting to etch your legacy in the canals of history. Not wanting to see what you’re truly capable of. Not wanting to bring your family’s name immense admiration. Just don’t understand.

5 figure weeks are coo, but need to see what 6 lookin like.

I’m addicted to work, and I now understand how that formed in adolescence. I just hope I don’t get to the top of the mountain and see everything else burned around me. Sometimes it feels inevitable.

Nothing cool or dope to me about flexing $ right now. Quite literally rolling all profits back into biz for Q4 scaling. Fuck traveling, fuck designer, fuck the club, etc… About to get all ts back tenfold by the end of the year, Merry Christmas.