VM⚡️

I wanna travel the world, eat different foods and have sex on balconies

You were not placed upon this earth to observe the feast from behind the glass. You were given legs for wandering, hands for seizing, lungs for shouting into the storm and a heart foolish enough to be broken magnificently. You were meant to dance until dignity deserted you. To love until pride became useless. To gamble your safety against one hour of true aliveness. To taste salt upon your lips, dust in your teeth and danger in the wind. Instead you have employed strangers to live on your behalf... Others are doing everything for you. On your behalf people are loving, people are playing, people are doing all kinds of things. And what is left for you? just to watch. Death will not be able to take much from you... Only your phone. Because you don't have anything else.

Can I use my finite youth, body, freedom, money, mind, and courage to create a life so vivid that death cannot accuse me of hoarding myself? That’s the game

Island life has ruined ordinary breakfasts for me

Gambling is a bold man’s playground. a world of risk, reward, and calculated chaos

Pure intentions and big dick energy >>>

We have a stone age brain living in a screen age world. we were never designed to absorb this much information it’s killing the mystery of life

Whenever a civilization reaches peak wealth, luxury, technological advancement, and urbanization, their birth rates almost inevitably collapse. You can travel back over 2,000 years to Ancient Greece, to see the exact same thing play out

A shallow man travels to escape himself. A deep man travels to meet more of himself.

days bleed into weeks, months disappear like smoke, and you look up one day, wondering where it all went…

A high-value man means being well rounded. Money, women, friends, style, and charisma are all required. You can be rich, but still a dork. Look at Bill Gates

The internet used to be a place we went to escape the real world. Now, the real world is the place we go to escape the internet

A sick rich man is the poorest creature on earth

Everyone is trying to add years to a life they never had the courage to live I’ll take 60 years on fire over 90 years hiding from death Live, you fools

Your twenties were not designed to be spent collecting furniture There is a natural hunger in you to leave, explore, and disappear into unfamiliar cities. Travel relentlessly. Max out your nomadic tendencies. Take the flight, miss the train, fall in love with places you cannot pronounce and collect stories that no amount of money can buy You’ll never get this time back. The house & car will be waiting for you when you return

The most valuable thing you got is your attention. Reclamation of your attention is essentially the reclamation of your life.

girls will see your abs and forget all about their morals

Build enough capital that no mediocre person, city, boss, client, woman, government, algorithm, or lifestyle trap owns your nervous system. Then spend your best years actually using the freedom. Most men do it backwards. They spend 25–45 building “freedom” while their body, curiosity, friends, libido, knees, imagination, and courage quietly decay. Then at 55 they have money but no animal left inside them. Fuck that. You want periodic liberation while still biologically dangerous.

Health, love, friendship, art, motorcycles.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends