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There’s always a price to pay. Everything in this life will cost, nothing comes for free. I’ve had to give up a few things in order to get more. What I’ve had to give up was the safety and the comfort of security. But is that really a good bargain? That depends on who you ask, and when you ask. Ask me this months ago and I would have said that it was. As me a few years ago and I would have said, hhheeelllsssss no!! Ask me now and I’d say the same. What I gave up, security, was all an illusion. Cause it just goes to show that there is no such thing as security. Never. Nothing in this life can be a sure thing.

Before her I was seeing a beautiful, wild spirit. An artist. A partier. Someone who didn’t believe in working for the man. Owned her own business making custom jewelry. Lived in a chic apartment downtown. Truly a wild spirit. One that seemed untamable, yet her goal in life was to be married and have lots of children. Who could ask for more, right? But I wasn’t ready. Not for her at least. She seemed flaky. Someone they could not be locked down really. She wasn’t a sure bet. As happy as she made me. As horney as she made me. As fun as she was, there was nothing there to hold on to of substance for me. I made a lot of what she was doing or thinking wrong. She didn’t seem like she had her shit together. The moment I knew she was not a forever girl was the moment she said to me…. I fall out of love as quickly as I fall in love. And I was not gonna be the guy she fell out of love with. So while we were going out I had one girl add me to Instagram, gorgeous young blond girl. I saw her profile said she was going to work in Belize and I was planning a trip there. So I messaged her to see if we can be friends so I can have a friend when I was there. Innocent. We hit it off. We would chat every day for hours and hours. I couldn’t get enough of her. Made me smile from ear to ear every day. It was fresh, new, exciting. She really had her shit together. Wanted the forever thing. Has wanted it since she was 8. Marriage, long term, forever. Someone i could count on. A sure bet. Someone that was loyal, honest, successful. She was going places. She was the one I was looking for this whole time. So I bit. And yes technicly I was cheating entertaining this idea. I Remeber the first time we met I pretty much proposed to her. I have been anti-marriage and kids forever. She told me she wanted to get married but didn’t want kids. And I was in!! Later she changed her mind but that’s a whole other story. I must not digress. So the sure thing was here. So I bit hard. Only to find out a year after that we were breaking up and she was not in love with me. And this reason was cause of me. The things I did and didn’t do. So I tried so hard, fairytale hard, fought for the love. Got her back somehow. Only for her to fall out of love again. This time it had nothing to do with me. Her whole life was when she gets the man of her dreams then she will be happy. Well she got him. I was perfect, she said. Knocked it out of the park. But when she finally got the carrot on the stick, she wasn’t happy. Turns out marriage and kids was not what she was even looking for. Rude awakening. For the both of us!!

The moral of this story is that nothing is a for sure thing. And you have to give to get. What I had to give up was everything I had in mind as where my life would go. Give up sex. Oh yeah she’s a virgin. That might explain some. Give up the way I thought kids would be raised. Give up a lot of family stuff. Give up the things that made me light up, like rambling on about some stupid subject only I care about. She dislikes rambling. Dislikes anything airy fairy. There as a lot more but I don’t want to slander as we have agreed to remain friends and not defame each other. So I gave up. I gave up so much of myself that I started to feel dead inside. Depressed. I said to myself that on the second go I’d do everything I could so that if it ends I won’t say I didn’t try and give my 100%. I did stuff I didn’t want to do. Fake. And it was no way to live. In return for what? Someone to always be there. Someone to message in the morning when I wake up, before I go to sleep. Someone to tell me they love me constantly. Constantly reassured. She would always say… Oh I love you! And I’d say it right back. It was nice. Comfortable. Safe. Warm. But I had to give up a lot.

So now we are done I have had to give up some more. But this time it’s for something else. I have had to give up my hand being held in life. The comfort and safety of a harbour. No more messaging all the time. Someone else will be doing that. Our messages will be that of friends. No more “oh I love you”. No more BABE! In that cute way she would say it. No more safe harbour. But what do I get in return? So much more. For one I finally get to have sex again! It’s been a while lol. I don’t know how I held our for that long without cheating. But I would have done anything for her. I get to devote my time not to her, but to me. My time was spent driving back and forth 3 hours each way to where she lives. Spending hours in the phone listening to her complain, telling her she was right and that it’s all gonna be ok. I get to spend more time with my family. More time with my friends. I get to find myself and look deep inside, find that thing in me that keeps me held back. Like my fear of failure. My fear of being alone. My making everyone wrong. Figuring out why I have the need to argue my point till the other person lost interest and exited the conversation. I get to have the male energy back that I lost with her. She is prone to having male energy but loves being in the feminine energy. That would rarely happen when with me. When I’m with someone I care about I soften up for them. Open my heart, do it every time cause I think it’s safe. Something most men will not. At heart, men are full of emotions. But we hide it behind a hard shell. An exterior that’s all masculine. But it’s not real. Somewhere down the line we got hurt and turned into real douchebags. And forever since, we have been hiding behind the facade. With her I dropped it. With the ones I want to make part of me, I drop it. I’m able to check my ego hard. I’m present to both energies. Im labeled as an androgen. If you saw me you’d think…. Wow this guy must be a douchebag. But you meet me and I’m actually nice, charming, sincere, honest, and the list goes on and on. But to the ones I love I’m a sweetheart. I put all that aside and show my heart. She was just not ready for that. So she’s out chasing and being chased by douchbags like myself cause that’s her type. The only thing I can’t do is give her the experience of life that is to be had young. “the slut phase”. Now she’s a virgin so her slut phase will be tame to say the least. Dates. Dancing. Partying. Texting. Highschool stuff. But it will be healthy for her. She will get to see what life has to offer when your not looking at men as just the thing to marry so that your not scared of being alone. This will allow her to ease up in life. Realize that life isn’t so serious. So for that I’m happy. And I get to keep her in my life, but just in another capacity. We still get to hangout. Still message, but not as often. And for a short time, still fool around.

In the end I really come out of this as the winner. I get to keep the absolute best parts of her. While getting to be out in the world, meeting other woman. Exploring life again. Learning more about myself. Something I have been blind to for so long. Focusing on being the success that I have always wanted to be. Taking responsibility for all my actions. Learning to have more integrity. Being unleashed again on this world.

OK, rambling lol. Once again, the moral of this story is that you need to give to get. What I wanted from her I couldn’t get without accepting some things I didn’t want to. And now what I get, I have to give up some other good things. I have to give up something to get something else. But really I come out of this as the winner, even if it’s not about winning or losing. And for once I get to do the work to not being afraid of being alone. Not afraid of failing. Not make others wrong and push them away. Who the hell wants to be around someone who constantly tells them they’re wrong. I see it when I go back home. My parents have been married for almost 50 years and only till after my parents were married did my mother realize that she resents him huge for making her wrong all the time. They have a miserable relationship now. I don’t want to be that. And I know I resent her already. Cause of all the things I make her wrong for. This might sound bad, but when she had her health scare all I could think about was….. See I fucking told you this would happen if you keep putting garbage into your body! I don’t learn this the first go. And obv didn’t learn it the second go. She was just wrong. She was wrong for breaking it off, and now she was wrong about eating what makes her happy to eat.

Ask yourself, would you make a person wrong if you knew they weren’t gonna be in your life forever? The answer will probably be, NO. Now that comes from a place of not giving a fuck. But what looks like that too, is love! True love is a space where someone can fuck up and do whatever they want and learn and grow. Now in a relationship that’s going to last, you can’t just do whatever you want cause there’s a whole other person that will be affected by your actions. So although love is free, reality will always catch up and be a factor.

So for now, the only way to get the thing that looks like love, is to get the thing that isn’t. The thing where people just don’t give a fuck about you. It’s fun, it’s light, and no one will ever tell you what to do. And for someone that has a huge huge hhuuggeee issue with being told what to do, that’s gonna be just perfect!!

For me…. Well the journey begins again. On the hunt. But not for a woman to make me feel secure or safe or that I have succeeded. But the hunt for myself. The hunt for my freedom. To find the holy grail of self. Be in touch with my higher self. The one that has no fear. The one that is not affected by circumstances. That one that is perfectly ok with being alone in this world. The one that’s responsible for their own success or failure. The one that is calm and cool in the face of all adversity. Unshaken. Unafraid.

I shall leave you now with something Seneca said…

“The happy man is not he whom the crowd deems happy, namely, he into whose coffers mighty sums have flowed, but he who’s possessions are all in his soul, who is upright and exalted, who spurs inconsistency, who sees no man with whom he wishes to change places, who rates men only at their value as men, who takes nature for his teacher, conforming to her laws and living as she commands, whom no violence can deprive of his possessions, who turns evil into good, is unerring in his judgement, unshaken, unafraid, who may be moved by force but never moved to distraction, whom fortune when she hurls at him with all her might the deadliest missile in her armoury, may graze, though rarely, but never wound. For Fortune’s other missiles, with which she vanquishes mankind in general, rebound from such a one, like hail which rattles on the roof with no harm to the dweller therein, and then melts away. ”

Goodnight.

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So I’ve recently discovered that I have a huge racket about making others wrong, about everything. Being right and making others wrong is just the thing I do. And I’ll fight tooth and nail to make them see that my way is the right way, regardless of how it will make them feel. Which leads to them checking out of the conversation. And eventually checking out of the relationship. They just have to see it my way. And when they fight back it’s cause they just don’t get it so I try even harder to make them understand or see my way. So I talk and talk and talk till they get it. But usually they have already checked out. Last time this girl broke up with me I made it wrong. So I tried and tried and tried to make her see that it was the wrong decision. That I am the one that is right for her. Don’t yet me wrong, I think I’m pretty amazing. But always being the guy that makes you see that your wrong about every decision you make will negate everything good about me. I could be the most perfect man for any woman, but always telling her what to do and how she is wrong about what she thinks is the right thing to do will end any love that could be there. So I get her back, proving that I was right. And in the end it ended again because I was not right. She was not wrong. We are just not meant to be in a relationship. As friends maybe. But that doesn’t stop there. Even my friends I do this. Now combine that I need to be right with if I’m wrong I beat myself up over being wrong, failing, and that makes for one helluva combination.

I don’t care if someone around me is “wrong”, it doesn’t bother me. They are wrong and I make them wrong and then I “exit” by telling them they are right and leave it at that. Why bother, I say. But with one’s that are close to me, I need them to succeed, I can’t have them fail cause failing is wrong. So I do my best to get them to where I think they need to be so they don’t fail. I can’t even have failure around me. If my team fails then I fail cause I have failed them. I’m so deathly afraid of failure. I also have very real fear of being alone. But writing this now is making me rethink this. Cause I don’t fear being by myself. I love the peace of mind of it. But only under certain circumstances! If I have a gf then Im good. Why? Even if I don’t see her in a week or whatever. So makes me think. Is it really fear of being alone? Or is it more like fear of failing again? If I am alone then I have failed. I’m a loser. That’s why I go for the hot girls. They can be the best fit for me but I’d they aren’t hot then I have failed, only losers date ugly girl. Dating a hot girl is an indication of my success. Dating a hot successful girl is even more of an indication that I have succeeded. This last one was hot and successful (or bound to be). So I have made it. But when I made it and that fear subsidided, then I was back at the empty place again. Cause it wasn’t really her that I wanted. The things I want in a partner, she didn’t have them. Well not true, she had some for sure. But the key things weren’t there. I love having super deep meaningful conversation, mind blowing one’s. And all there was was complaints. Every call was about her complaining about something. Our talks didn’t light me up. Didn’t bring me true joy. She doesn’t like adventure. Doesn’t like scary thing. Didn’t like new experiences. Just wanted to get to something and stay there. And me I just want to explore. Get somewhere and then go do the next thing. Her goal was always the end in mind. Her whole life has been about getting married. Didn’t enjoy the journey. This last breakup I think is because she has come to the place where she is realizing that. And that why she needs to go explore. Date for the sake of dating. Not to get anywhere. Not to find a husband. But just to enjoy the company if different people. I have done that in life. As far as dating is concerned. So now I want to explore other things with that person. I think that’s the most basic, the starting point of exploration. People. Once that is done then we can go in to explore other things in life. Usually we do this in highschool, maybe even earlier. Then college. More exploring of people. Then after that we start exploring life. So how on earth can she ever begin the journey of exploring life when she was never even explored people. Not to say she has never dated, she has, lots, but it was always on the basis of finding a good candidate to be a husband. For the end in mind. If you fit the bill of being there forever, then your good. Always to somewhere. Never for the sake of just being here and enjoying that person for who they are. And this is her time. Late in life but I’m glad she is making that realization now instead of when she is 40 and dying inside. Ends the relationship just to go explore, something she should have done when she was in her teens or 20’s.

As far as I am concerned, I need to deal with my own now. I can’t change enough to show her that I am the one cause right now it has nothing to do with me. Nothing. There is no way for her to explore life in terms of other people when those other people are guys. That would not be fair to me. She is such a stand for me that she even said that. She can, but how fair would they be if we are dating and she is seeing other guys? My value will be greatly reduced. This really is the moment where, if you love something let it go. I have a real deep belief that what needs to happen will happen. And it’s always in our best interest, even if we can’t see it. This might seem harsh right now but I needs to happen. She needs this or she will be stuck in the same place forever. And I need this or else I will never learn to chill the fuck out! People will be people. They need to fuck up. They need to explore. They need to be themselves and figure stuff out on their own. They need space. And they need you to be that space sometimes so they they can maneuver and figure it out whitin that space of love. It comes from love. Nothing will kill love faster or harder then always needing to be right. Or making them wrong.

My realizations for the day are this…. I have a fear of failing. I have a fear of being alone. And I love in a pool of “something is wrong here”. Quite a dizzying combination. So what’s the solution? Well, nothing!! There’s nothing wrong with any of this. There’s nothing wrong with being alone, it’s the human condition. We are hard wired to find mates, partners, friends. We have evolved over so many years to be with others. To bond. That’s all. Also, fear of failure ultimately stems from “something is wrong here” cause failing is wrong. We have been told time and time again that we need to succeed. For years and years programmed that if we don’t get to a certain place in life then we have failed. And since then we been telling ourselves that if we don’t get to there from here then we have failed. But where is there exactly? What’s life all about? Succeeding or just enjoying the moments we have? To love. To be in love. To be this space where anything is possible and everything is ok. To realize that the carrot we chase will never ever be caught. The point is the chase. It’s not about eating. It’s about learning how to hunt. It’s all about the thrill of the chase, and never in the what we catch. Being proficient in the hunt, enjoying the hunt, only brings tastier and tastier meals. And that’s really it. We are born alone and we die alone is all we ever hear. But the truth of it is that we are never ever alone. We just can’t seem to get out of our own damn way to see this!

And for all the men reading this ( not to leave you out ladies), fear of failure and needing success is just who a man is. We don’t even have the option, we just have to perform (for our masculinity). But rest assured that if you take responsibility, then you can have success. It’s really as simple as that!!

As the day progressed, the clouds formed, the sky’s darkened, the fog descended, and the gloom was overwhelming. By the time the day ended and turned to night, the air was so waterlogged that dew formed rain drops in mid-air and dropped out like tears from a giant eye, seemingly out no where. By the time dawn broke rain, was upon us in all its glory and sadness as if the heavens were weeping in sorrow of what just transpired.

And what just happened was the finalization it the final chapter of a book 2 year in the making. It’s been one helluva book, that’s for sure. Moments of glory, of pain, or sorry, or happiness, of hope, of a bright future and of death. It’s had it all. As they say, we laughed and we cried. And then in the end, it ended the same way it began. But with that said, we both walked away with bags of knowledge and experience. And experience being the most valuable “thing” anyone could ever hope for, something sometimes money can’t even buy. Simply priceless.

I arrived at her building to the soundtrack of Push me to the edge by lol uzi. How befitting….. “Your the worst, your the worst….” Lol. No plans to go up but she’s not ready so I did. Felt a bit awkward, reminiscent of the last breakup. By the way, something that seemed so foreign now. I Remeber trying to Remeber the sorrow I felt then and I couldn’t. I wondered what that feeling felt like and how I was a mess, a puddle of emotions, and yet now things are good I couldn’t even recall what that felt like. Well, some have come flooding back. It’s kinda hard not to allow them in. But what they is, “what resists persists” so holding them back will on keep them coming. So I have to embrace and do the incremental work to get back to where I want to be. Alive!!

So we chat, she gets ready, we go for coffee. Hit 2 diff coffee houses. Nice places, and we talk. The second place has an art gallery in the back so it was cool sitting on a bench in the gallery drinking a London fog while she sips in some prosecco in a champagne flute while people walk around us and we’re talking about the end of a relationship. Very different. We go for all you eat sushi. Lots and lots of talking. Get back to her place. Have our weekly landmark group call. Then sit down to create the next chapter. Last time I thought I fkd up, I shorted her big time and was the worst. So I needed to try hard to get her back so I can prove to myself that I can do better. Well I did that. She came back. I pulled out all the stops. There was nothing more I could do without devaluing myself to a level I couldn’t live with. I know in my heart there was nothing more I could do without actually changing myself. And it still ended so I can walk about clean. The crazy part is that even tho she wanted all that, that’s not what was needed. What was missing for her were the things I couldn’t change. My fundamental self. They way I am. The things that make me me and give me joy. For example, she wants the super masculine quite guy who will just listen to her when she needs to talk. I can’t be that, I fkn love to talk!!it brings me so much joy in life to blabber on and be heard. When my words can make a difference in someone’s life. That makes me so happy. It actually energizes me and gets me wired where I can’t even sleep! Also, someone that will make her laugh all day every day. Granted I can be funny but I’m not that guy who’s always cracking jokes. I like being silly and goofy sometimes and I do love jokes, but I can’t keep it turned on all day. Some can, it’s who they can be, and I can’t be that. Our humour is not the same. She loves family guy and I think it’s dumb. We do laugh about the same things a lot of the time but not all the time. I don’t like being serious all the time but I do like being effective. I’m not that guy and honestly don’t really wanna be. She said it like 100 times that she might be being immature and making the biggest mistake of her life, but she has to go out and see what she can attract. And she’s not ready for long term. She hasn’t had enough fun yet and if she settles down now then her wants will be wandering and that will always lead to no good. She still thinks in such a way that can only come from the kind of someone still in their early 20’s. I know I was there and I can relate for sure! So I can relate and I totally understand and know that since I did everything I could possibly do without changing my core self…. Then that’s it.. We both agreed it really wasn’t me and really was her. In every way lol. And that left me settled.

So we created. We formulated a way of being that we are going to take on that will allow this transition to work. Neither of us want to end it but in light of her thoughts and her feelings, there can’t be a way we can continue with the status quo. After much discussion we come to a conclusion that we were both in it for the wrong reasons. And if we’re being honest about it, I didn’t want to admit it or face it but after we got back together for the second time, shortly after I started feeling more and more dead inside. I thought to myself at one point….. Is this how I’m going to be feeling for the rest of our lives?! I could find no joy in anything. At times so depressed! Nothing that made me happy before made me happy then. It wasn’t good. BUT…. it was safe, it was secure. But is that a good enough reason to stay in a relationship? Not likely. The crazy thing is when we are not committed to each other in a serious relationship, we are such better people! We have so much fun together, we laugh at everything, the physical is on fire!! And as soon as we’re back in it, it’s like death! So it really is for the best. There’s nothing worse than being in a relationship with someone that makes you feel dead inside. This is wwwaaayyyyy better!! So for a short time now we will carry on in the new method of being with each other. We will see other people. We will for a short time continue to be physical, for better or worse. And will phase it out. There’s no restrictions in place and if something changes for someone in terms of feeling and whatnot then we reassess and go from there. We might have to cut it off sooner than expected but who knows. At some point one if us will want to exit to persue something serious, but for now, here we are.

So I left her city on a night that was gloomier than any other I have experienced while with her there. Felt heavy. Sad. But the rains always make way for the a fresh new beginning. So here we are. Scared. Excited. Unsure of my footing. But brave enough to know that there’s something great ahead! In whatever shape or form it’s in. For now, no dwelling on what’s Not so (what I don’t want or don’t have) and start focusing on what is (what I want to manifest). For now, I’m sad and yet settled. It’s a good day to be alive.

So you gave me something, you knew full well was bad for me, just because you couldn’t stand to see my heart breaking any more. I don’t even know what to say. Shivers, goosebumps, smile from ear to ear. That’s love. That’s really real true love right there. The only kinda love that can come from source, from God, from Self. The one that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Gives and gives freely. Gives without reservation, without justification. Just because it’s love that is what’s needed in that moment. The purest distillation of the essence of life.

Now I’m going to qualify…. By God I always mean God, universe, spirit, source, self….. You catch my drift. We have many names, use the one that revs your crank.

So your probably wondering what the fuck I’m talking about. Sounds like the ramblings of someone blowing cocaine all night. Some insightful shit right?! Well it is. But there was no cocaine involved here. Not even booze. Clean and sober and just fuckin high on life.

So we break up. I break apart. Just fly apart at the seems. Distraught and nothing in the world could help. I ask God… Correction, I make a deal with the ol man and I ask him that if he brings her back in my life I promise to do something. No answer. It gets worse and worse till I’m a mess. A fkn puddle on the floor. My heart was shattering, it was fundamentally changing who I was. So even though God knows full well there is nothing more to do other than to let me wallow in my misery, doesn’t let it happen. Gives me the very thing I need the least at the moment I need it the most. It was the only thing that could sooth me. I can only equate it to a child crying, begging his father to unground him so he can go see his crazy gf cause she’s leaving and if he doesn’t then she will leave him forever. As the father or older brother maybe is better, you know…. That’s fucked!! This girl is a head case and the LAST thing he needs in life right now is to go see the crazy bitch. What he really needs to do is let that shit go. But he begs and begs till he’s a mess. He’s not eating he’s not sleeping, it’s fucking up his life so hard. What do you do?

Well my heart would shatter in that moment and I’d know that I’d have to give in for the best of this child. Yeah they will be hurt by this chickenhead but what else is there to do? It’s not worth protecting someone from some pain when the act of protection will cause way more detrimental pain! That’s counter productive. You know what’s gonna happen. But love allows you to be a stand for that child. A space, a clearing for them to discover life in all its glory and all its misery. On their own without your interference. When they have been crushed by this monster (aka girl), they can come back and you can hug them and take care of them and they can grow up and wake up, realize, and thank you for being such an awesome father or brother. That’s love! Well one of the ways it manifests. Allowing a bad thing to happen to avoid an even worse thing from happening. Nothing wrong with the circumstance, something you can’t change, but how you feel about them is what you can change.

I have to admit, the last paragraph dropped off. I’m trying to express how I feel while Chuck Norris is kicking ass and saving baby girls from bombs on tv, so I’m kinda distracted now. I’m at my parents place in London, just came from a wedding that was life altering. How? I have been away from my fam for so long that coming back to everyone there, everyone happy to see me, how and who I was around them…. I loved that guy!! It felt like coming back home. In that moment when I walked into that huge hall full of our huge fam I was ON boy I was OOONNN!!! The lost prodigal son returned. I felt so good talking my native language. All the mannerisms and little tiny ways of saying things, that just lights my soul!! I sat down and listened to speeches and I was tearing up. Why? Not cuz my relationship is over. But cause I have wasted all this time in life playing in the kiddy pool messing with girls that have no culture, no class, bar stars even the best of them. Just a lowr class of being. Fuck this last one tells me, your the perfect man perfect in every way, your the man I’d wanna marry and have kids with and I love you to bits and my fam loves you and everyone single person around me even my parents and sisters and friends and blah blah blah are telling me I’m crazy….. But…. I realized I don’t wanna get married (after telling you I want to since day one) and I just need to be perused by other men, that’s what’s gonna make me happy and fulfilled right now. Are you fkn kidding me? Who the fk says that? Needless to say I’ve avoided the fam cause I loved dating these girls they will never accept my culture, background, fam values, and really…. Will never really be accepted by this monster fam as “one of us”. Now don’t get me wrong, no one will say anything and she will be treated amazing. But she just won’t ever be one of us. Won’t really fully grasp this life. Oh if ya didn’t know, by background is Mediterranean. I was born on a beauty of a beach in front of my grandma’s farm over looking the nicest part of the Mediterranean.

But really, the biggest thing is…. WHY THE FUCK would I ever wanna give a second (third) chance to a girl who tells me “I’m just not in love with you any more” days after thanking me for trying so hard to get us back together saying she’s the happiest she’s ever been, telling me the kinda ring she wants, telling her sister she’s ready to get married now, and the list goes on and on. Then a health scare happens, she does some death meditation, and next thing you know it’s 180 degrees. Needless to say, WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!? Do I devalue myself that much? I’m willing to be suppressed just to have her? Be a person I don’t even like. Why the fuck would she ever like me if I don’t like me? But without her, I fucking love me!! Like an unhealthy amount. So catch 22 situation. With her I don’t even like who I am, don’t like life, don’t like paradise. It’s fucked. Ok now I’m really rambling.

Ok so one last thing. Back to the God thing. So we break up at like 4pm, by 5 I’m on the phone with Laura, Carla, and then Laura again. Good space of mind. Get great insight. Then out of the blue one of my bestest friends Jay calls me. I haven’t seen him in 6 months. “homie what are you up to”, I’m like “G come over”. 5min later he’s at my place. We talk till like 330am. Such insight. I was blown away. Best feeling. At the same time, this one random girl I wanted to hit for so long (and regretted not hitting it before during our break up) msgs and calls me wants to see me that night, do drinks and a night out. I don’t answer but I msg her and we gonna make some plans. Like wtf. How? No one even knows on social media we broke up. I haven’t even told anyone, everyone I told is out of town! I pull into the Timmie’s on the way to London, cute girl in the drive through literally blushed and was giddy handing me my drink. Granted I did flash her a million dollar smile. Today we do this wedding. This other girl I’ve wanted to get with for years and never really took the bait DM’s me, straight up, “you still dating that girl? ” I Reply with a simple “nope lol, wanna go out?” she reply’s with a “yes”. Done. A couple 😘 exchanged and I tell her I’ll msg her tomorrow to make plans. Like wtf!! God. The universe. Self. Giving not what I need but what I want. The hunger of a man that doesn’t even give a fuck is so fucking powerful that the universe itself is compelled, even eager to acknowledge!! Let that one rattle around in your head.

So it’s about a week into the new year and I’m finally getting around to putting some thoughts down on paper. I haven’t even been writing in my journal. I’ve fallen a bit behind on my routines that bring be peace. This is one for sure! 
So my mind has been preoccupied lately. Ever since the last week of the year, I got back into checking on stocks. Something of a hobby for me, but with the goal of becoming a day trader in time. I’ve dabbled a bit here and there but nothing serious. Last year before the breakup I had a few grand in some random pot and Blockchain stocks and was making some headway when the breakup happened. That’s when all the money in the world wouldn’t make me feel better if I didn’t have this girl back in my life. So I just gave it up and left the stocks in there. The last week of 2017 I checked on them and they had tripled. Which made me feel worse, not better!! Had they lost tons of cash I’d I tried, it was fun, and that’s that. But they didn’t. In fact, the ones I was watching…. Some has gone up 1000%!! Which made me want to get back in, but now I did t have the cash for it cause I was way over leveraged to get the house done. With the house not done yet, I still didn’t have the cash to transfer to get going again. So as you can imagine, I’ve been beating myself up about it. So much so that it’s creeping into my dreams and affecting my sleep and my mood in general. I’m greeting almost depressed lately. Like I failed. But not like I tried and failed, that I have no issues with. But more like I didn’t try hard enough. I missed the boat, missed the opportunity, the writing was on the wall and I ignored it! And now I’m kicking myself over it. Same feeling I got when we broke up. I wanted her back so bad, to try again. Try hard. Not take her for granted. Go back in time almost and try so hard. So if I fail I can say I gave it my 100% best! It that’s the case the I  can’t be upset. The thing that upsets me is that I don’t try!! I’ve never tried. I’ve always just skated by and not really tried that hard. And it’s always been scenting that’s bugged me. Wasted talent. I get really upset when I see others wasting their talent and it’s clear that it’s projection. It’s cause I’m upset at wasting mine. 

Also, I feel like I’ve been stifled. Held back. I have never been able to save so I could never invest. Something bigger at play. Self sabotage. Back when I was a child it was my parents or my brother. Someone else. But now it’s me. I stifle myself. I don’t try hard enough. I have 40 inventions I’ve come up in my head and yet have taken no action on even of them! An idea not acted on is the same as nothing! Nothing!! At this rate they will all come with me to the grave haunt me. Why have I not acted? I’m not entirely sure yet. Only guess is my character is not ready for that kind of cash yet. For retirement. I work now and I have an amazing job which I enjoy that makes me plenty of money. Had I saved up for a few years I would have been half way to retirement. Had I put the money in these stocks when I wanted to a few years ago I would be totally retired. Had I invested in the ones I wanted to months ago, I’d be half way there already by now. Yet my character is not allowing me to attract this type of wealth. I’m not ready to draw it in. 

Generally in life, things work out for me. Generally lol. Some things haven’t, but even those have gone exactly how they needed to go to get me to a better place. Even though I didn’t see it that way when they were happening. So the only thing I can assume is that this is another one of those things. I can’t know why. I could be that general, my family believes that stock markets are like casinos. In for one person to win someone else has to lose. And that goes against what we believe in. I do believe in a greater being, God, the universe, a power, whatever you call this being. And I believe that this being is always looking out for me. Could this be too much for me to handle right now? Could it be that doing it this way would be the equivalent of playing my bet on red and winning and walking away with a fortune only for it to hurt me down the road? Maybe. I’m just not sure. The one this I know is that I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to fail in life. I’ve always believed I’ve been destined for greatness. To be wealthy and help the world. A philanthropist of sorts saving the planet and its inhabitants. Am I too younge for this? Do I not have the ability to control all this right now? Would it drive me to doing bad ass shit where I would neglect my abilities? Not sure. But I know I always wanted to be rich younge. Drive sweet sports cars when I can enjoy them and not when I’m the old guy in the corvette. I never liked those guys. But can my character support this yet? I don’t know. I thought it could but it’s clear that it can’t.

Generally, I’m the type of person that starts the game and never finishes. And this is another one of those things. I started looking into the stock market but never finished. Never off the ground. I start a book and never finish it. So few do I ever. Most of them have bookmarks in them. I am also not focused. I want to do so many things that end up not doing anything at all! My father is the opposite. He starts and finishes everything. Never things undone. I’ve always wanted to be like him. Yet I value myself very little. Like I just can’t do it. Not good enough or not smart enough or whatever. Just not enough. And I for sure have a ‘not enough’ complex. There’s just never enough. Coming from a place of lack. We never grew up with lots of money so I’ve always wanted and couldn’t get. Then I got a job so I can have money to make my dreams come true. Instead of saving the money and investing and creating and inventing, I did nothing but have a good time. Spent like it was going out of style and never saved anything. I did buy a house so I guess that’s one thing I did right. Of course the GF, she’s definitely one thing I right. I have no doubt that we will be successful in the end and wealthy but I want it now! I always want it now. Short term vs long term. I have no patience and I’m learning all about it. 

I started reading this one book, recommended by the CEO of a very successful Corp the GF is a part of. Crazy enough, they invest people’s money and give then crazy amazing returns. As secure as anything is gonna be in this world with a 10% return. Obv this brings me back to blame as had I had the money saved up, I could have thrown then into the stocks I been watching, turned 10k into 100k, then that 100k into a million. Took that million and invested it with her @ 10% return and BBAAMMM!! 100k a year to live on! I wouldn’t quick my job but I’d have 100k coming in every year to invest, buy a house, whatever. Build the empire. But no such luck. Oh yes, the book. It’s called “The richest man in Babylon”. Such simple principles and yet no one needs to follow them, least of all myself. If only I had a time machine!! Lol right? I’m sure 90% of the world would love one of those!! 

So your thinking…. Wtf is this guy talking about?! I’ll tell you what I’m talking about. Ever since I’ve been a kid I’ve always been fascinated with the fact that my father’s reflexes were actually actually faster than that of a cat’s. That might seem bizarre but it’s all true. This is a man that’s grown up in the scariest most hostile conditions this planet has to offer and somehow rose to the surface like the cream does with milk when you shake the shit out of it. Essentially you subject the milk to a hostile environment, and the best it has to offer rises to be liberated, while the rest (at one time in the past) would be swine food. Or at least that’s what my GF’s grandma tells me, yes she was obviously a milk farmer. Moving on….. My father’s reflexes. And yes he knew it, and would point it out every time. This would always happen when he or one of us would drop something. If he was in the vicinity, he would reach out like a lighting bolt and snatch whatever it was out of the air before it had a chance to drop on the ground. Comes in really handy if whatever your dropping could, well, cause damage if smashed. And I’ve always been fascinated with that. So I practiced and practiced and practiced. Until I was in my late teens, and I was there. Fast, boy, fast. Like lightning fast. The crazy part is its all reaction. All “IT”. Neuronal pathways trained to react in a certain way. Neurons firing together wire together so their reaction is hardwired. And all it takes it practice. And since I keep it up, it’s still present. I’m at the ripe old age now of 36 and I’m standing in front of the microwave heating up some leftovers. I open the top off of a kefir bottle, I start drinking, I drop the lid from about chest height. By the time the lid is about thigh height, I’ve already caught it, still drinking my delicious organic kefir. I put the bottle down, put the lid back on, and walk away. As you can imagine, everyone around is stunned. Movie scene like. Yeah, it was gangster. I have to admit, even I thought it was pretty badass. Something Ethan Hunt might do, not think twice about, walk away while everyone around raises an eyebrow wondering, who is this guy?!

As much as I’d like to say I wrote this to brag about my speed and abilities, it was a moment of realization. That no matter what you want to do in life, whether it’s physical or mental, with time and training, you can achieve any goal. The brain will adapt and the body will aid in whatever it is you want to achieve. Anything!! The only obstacle? Ourselves. Lack of patience. The inability to see more than what’s present in short term. It’s not faith, it’s science. Practice something long enough and your brain and body will start to morph into that which you are practicing. In time obviously. Now the only thing is….. It has to be intentional for it to have enough significance to alter your brain/body. So set the intention, then take the action as if it was the way it already is. The whole “fake it till you make it” approach. Cause in reality, there’s no such thing as fake as long as you recognize that your the creator. Any way of being is just that, a way of being. And when you know that your the creator, any way of being you create will always be authentic. It doesn’t even matter WHAT you create, it’s THAT you create. And the first time it’ll seem 100% fake. But stick with it knowing “fake” is not a thing when your a creator. Everyone starts from nothing. So enjoy the process and relish in the fruits of your creation!!

Happy creating!!

People Love Being Sheep

Posted: March 17, 2017 in Entrepreneur, Money, Success


It’s crazy that people just love being sheep. Talk to anyone about making more money or retiring early or even something as simple as a better investment vehicle backed by solid data and some of the most successful people on the planet, and they will try to shut it down faster than a hooker shuts down free sex!  So many people in this world are so happy in their little comfort bubble that they refuse to see anything else but being sheep! I mean don’t get me wrong, thank goodness for them! They pay into a system that keeps them down, and they LOVE it!! Without THEM there will never be people like US. Entrepreneurs, explorers, risk takers, willing to put a little on the line to get out of the rat race and be free of the golden handcuffs we placed on ourselves willingly. It’s just mind-boggling really why we even do it! Yes I know, your saying….. well what option to I have other than being a sheep? What else can I do other than get sheered, milked, and eventually slaughtered?!? The answer is….. YOU HAVE ALL THE OPTIONS IN THE WORLD!! If you’re in a 3rd world country, oppressed, terrorized, held down by “the man” then ok it’s safe to say that your facing some pretty big hurdles. Fair enough. And for that, my heart truly goes out to you. But short of that, options are unlimited. The only that thing that will ever stop you is your own mind! 

I haven’t in a while, but in the last few months the things I’ve discovered about the world and about myself have been mind-boggling and earth shattering for me! I’ve heard that “you’re your own worst enemy” my whole life and yet it just hasn’t sunk in. Not till recently when I got “forced” into attending the Landmark Forum. Since then my life has totally taken a turn for the amazing. And really all it took was the guts for me to stand up for my dreams and do something to help myself achieve what I have always wanted.

If you anything like me, you’ve got a good paying job, you maybe put a little tiny bit of cash away for a rainy day, and the rest you enjoy on a typical north american lifestyle. Maybe a dinner out once a week, a trip somewhere sunny once a year, a lease on a car, and maybe even mortgage on a small house. I mean, it’s a good life. But if we have it so good in the industrialized world and especially in north america, then why is there over 44,000 suicides in the US a year and rising?? And that’s successful attempts! 1 in 25 succeed!! So really that’s over 1,000,000 suicide attempts a year!!! Why is depression skyrocketing in north america? 1 out of 10 Americans are clinically depressed, with an increase of 20% diagnosis A YEAR!!! The numbers are staggering!! What’s going on?!

Yet with all this data and all the options that we have around is we’re still not happy, still not satisfied with our lives, and the majority of us choose to do NOTHING ABOUT IT!!! So here I am at work, telling a younger guy about my discoveries the last few months and how I’m implementing all I’m learning and recently acquired knowledge of financial freedom, when in comes in a couple old timers stuck in their ways of ‘nothing gets you financially free other than working till your 55/65, putting your money away in a pension or in RRSP’s (yes im Canadian) and eventually you can live on the crumbs that are handed to you if you’ve been a good little boy/girl and maybe you’ll get 10 or so years out of it and eventually leave a little bit to the kids if their lucky. WOW!! That’s one helluva life. I bet that’s exactly what you said you wanted to grow up to be when you were a wee little child! What happened to those dreams? When did they get crushed? When did you give up on it all? And really, what the point of it all? Why choose a life where your dead on the inside just going through the motions being unfulfilled, unloved (ourselves), and just plain resigned at best!! And that’s if everything is going great in life! On the other side of spectrum there’s all the other stuff. Depression, anxiety, poverty, illness, and a whole host of things so many of us suffer with in silence at one point or another in our lives! And yet when someone tries to impart some freedom on another, they get shut down and anything they say that doesn’t fit into their preconceived notion of what life should look like doesnt even make it in to be explored, not even window shopped let alone bought!

So why bother? I dunno. Part of me what’s to just say, “look you do what you do, I’m just gonna keep getting rich”. Yet another part of me looks out and sees a sea of potential and just want to jump in with my life ring and rescue them from the lifeless abyss the are hurdling to full throttle, eyes wide open, mind fully shut!

I dunno. Then again, maybe I should just keep mouth shut and let them pay into the system to keeps them down and elevates me into being 45 sitting on 45 mill.


Vivere Fortis, Nihil Timendum Est