How to Know the Difference From Their Work, and Your Work

Good day, Gents. Today we’re going to talk about work. We all love work, right? If you don’t love work then why are you here? This is a post for people who love to put in work, if you’re not in that group then get lost. It’s important to know the difference between your work and their work. Let me explain:

 

Imagine this in your head: You’re working a 12 hour day, your content because you love work so it doesn’t phase you. However, you have that feeling deep in your gut. Every time you stand still you feel your body grow restless, you fidget your hands and tap your feet, your eyes wander into the distance. That feeling in your gut is trying to point something out to you, however that something always seems to be just over the horizon. Your mind grows tired of the mundane nature of this work, it yearns for something more.

 

This is my interpretation of Their Work. We are all on a mission, be it for building up our mind, our body, our spirit, our ability in a subject. However, when we do Their Work, we are working on their mission, not our own. We are all different, we all have unique ideas, visions, missions. If we didn’t that what would separate us? We will never be happy doing someone else’s mission. We could have brief moments of happiness doing someone else’s mission, but be warned, this is never permanent. You will always return to your state of discontentment.

 

Here’s another image: You just worked a 12 hour day. But you wouldn’t of known if there were no clocks around. You knew your goal, you knew how to do it, and you knew that you wouldn’t stop until your goal was achieved. You made a pact to you yourself that you would never quit, never settle, and never compromise. Your mission is at your mercy, and it will always be. For your mind is a formidable weapon.

 

This is my interpretation of Your Work. The concept of time eluded you, you never took any shortcuts, never exhibited any laziness. You worked, you ate food and drank water, then you went back to work. You were gleeful at the opportunity to get back to work. You don’t just love this work. You live for this work. You know deep down that unless your doing this work, doing your work that you will never be satisfied and you will always yearn for that seemingly unreachable goal.

 

Next time you are at your boring 9-5, or in an HR meeting, think about what you would rather be doing. You’ve thought of a lot of better things to do, right? Now, the next time you are in the gym, think about what you would rather be doing. Did you think of anything? Neither did I. When you’re in the gym, your being the best kind of selfish you can be. You are building your body. If you are ever in a situation where you can think of a better thing to do, do it. Do it and dedicate 110% of yourself to that. For that is your mission, and that is your life.

 

Till Valhalla,

Why Work is Never Hard

Good day, gentleman.

 

Something funny that I’ve noticed is that a lot of people who I read; Danger and Play, Bold and Determined, etc. They all say you need to put in “hard work” to get where you want to be. That’s where I differ from them. It’s never hard work, never. It’s a chess game. The manual labor job that I work 30 hours a week puts money in my account and pays for my business. Done. That means that I’ve got time to brainstorm ideas while carrying heavy objects and performing mundane tasks. Dealing with Family? Done. I’ve dealt with it my whole life, why stop now. Lifting heavy weight in the gym? Done, and twice on Sunday’s. I love lifting. I’ll admit that it can be difficult to lift the weight physically but it’s never difficult mentally. The work is never hard, it’s just work. You are doing things that you need to do in order to get you closer to your goals, carving out your future through blood sweat and tears. They are current necessities that will be unimportant and inconsequential in a year’s time.

 

What makes work hard?

 

The singular thing that makes work hard is your mindset. If you’re stuck in your head and are dreading whatever task you think will be hard then it will be hard. It doesn’t matter if you think climbing the stairs will be hard or that climbing Mount Everest will be hard. Tell me, do you think even a single person that climbed to the summit of Mount Everest went into the climb convinced that they would fail? No, because when you do a climb that daunting, you either prepare for success; you condition, you strength train, you work on cardio, or you don’t climb the fucking mountain in the first place. It’s that simple.

 

Building a billion dollar enterprise can be the easiest thing in the world. Similarly, getting a minimum wage job can be the hardest and most impossible task to ever have been created. It’s all about mindset. It will never be anything different. Every obstacle in life you create in your mind. You hold the power, gentleman: Use it.

 

Build a fucking empire, and then when someone says “well it couldn’t of been easy” make sure you’re able to respond with “actually, it was the easiest thing I’ve done.”

 

Till Valhalla,

My Name and My Game

If you are anything like me, you don’t have much time to read blogs, so I’ll skip the cushy introductions and get straight to the point:

 

My childhood was rough. I am not one for sob stories so I am not gonna bore you with examples of how bad it is because no one really gives a fuck anyway. A wise quote for all of you: “I don’t tell people my problems, because 80% of them don’t give a fuck and the other 20% are glad I have them.” A quote to live by gentlemen.

 

Bottom line is there was a lot of drama, a lot of manipulation, and a lot of treachery in my younger days. Once we pass by all of that, we arrive at a 16 year old me. 16 year old me was a real moron. He was 320lbs, 37% bodyfat, barely talked to girls and didn’t know the first thing about interacting with them. He was a piece of shit and a coward who would back down to any confrontation because he “picked his battles” yet there were never any battles to pick because he pussied out of all of them. Even though that sixteen year old me is only two years in my past, it feels like a lifetime ago. Why is that you might ask? Well, because every single thing that I was, I am no longer. I’ve lost over 70lbs of fat, I’ve reevaluated my entire perspective on life and my tolerance for bullshit has dropped to a level where it has never been before.

 

So you may be thinking at this point “What changed? How did you change? What is your secret?” The major event that set this entire avalanche into effect was the death of my Grandmother. She was more of a mother to me than my real mother ever was. She went downhill quite quickly, dying within 6 days of being at the hospital. After she was dead, I didn’t cry. I actually felt bad that no tears were shed for the first year that she was in the ground. A switch was flipped inside me and suddenly I didn’t have time to cry, nor to listen to other people cry or bitch. Perhaps it was because I found out that life was actually finite, or perhaps it was because I wasn’t proud of the person who I was at the time that she died. She saw the best in me, under my layers of fat, my disregard of personal health, my propensity to be walked upon, and my ability to break into tears at the smallest emotional slight. She saw my potential, and what I could be before I saw it myself. Regardless as to the cause of this transformation; the effects were immediate: I started lifting and eating right, I learned about “The Red Pill,” I read philosophical and stoical works, woke up at 05:30, took cold showers, learned to box, among many other lifestyle changes. I quickly cutout a lot of the bullshit in my life, namely my mother and all of her drama. As well as other family members who only want to hold me back and stifle my potential.

 

So who am I now? I am a fighter. I am the one person who no one will fuck with. I love work, no matter what kind, for it is a challenge that I can conquer. I currently am 250lbs(70lbs down in just under two years), losing 2lbs/week, lifting 4 times a week, working 30 hours a week, going to college, and having four business’ with this blog included. I’m on a high speed bus to crazy town, just where I want to be. I don’t like downtime, I hate holidays because they are so unproductive, I need to be running towards something every day or I will lose a hold of myself and who I am.

 

So now we get down to the real question, why make a blog? Well, the answer is simple. If I can convince one person to change for the better, and to help them out of their rut with my writing, then my job has been accomplished. If I hadn’t found the bloggers that I read, then I would never had been on this amazing path in life. I wake up everyday trying to hustle, to improve people’s lives, and improve my own. If you are reading till this point then it is clear that you want to change, you know it, I know it. Give into it. Change, go build something, set goals and achieve them. Build your body, build your brand, build your mind, build a birdhouse, it is all up to you. If you were born then you’ve already won the lottery, don’t take it for granted and work for someones elses success. Make your own success, forge it from the iron that is your craft. Make the world bend to your will, or die trying.

 

Till Valhalla,