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I’ve believed in the power of we since I was a teenager, maybe because I was afraid of the power of me. Or maybe because I felt so alone back when my father was lost in the bottom of a glass and my mother was working herself thin to keep us afloat.
What I didn’t know then was that I’d take the blur in my father’s eyes and the chaos of my mother’s world and slowly turn it into something calm. A simple, disciplined, almost boring life.
I believe we’re always trading, present comfort for future pain, or the other way around. I just decided which way I wanted that trade to run.
the easy yes, spent now
bought with today’s discipline
I chose the direction the trade runs.
I’ve believed in the power of we since I was a teenager, maybe because I was afraid of the power of me. Or maybe because I felt so alone back when my father was lost in the bottom of a glass and my mother was working herself thin to keep us afloat.
Speaking of building, I used to be the man who thought too much and did too little. The day I flipped that around is the day I got wealthy and stopped feeling the anxiety and depression that used to run my life.
Doubting yourself?
Back hurts?
Energy crashing?
Can’t make videos for your business?
Marcus Aurelius
Read these and you’ll know about 80% of me.
It started when I was a boy. My grandfather was a violent alcoholic. He beat my grandmother so badly she developed Parkinson’s. I never saw it happen. But I grew up on my father’s stories: how he gnawed the bones off the chicken because his own father would punish him otherwise; how he was made to kneel on walnut shells.
My parents protected me from all of it, and never once passed that cruelty down. I love them for that. They were present in every way but the emotional one, and honestly, how could they be otherwise? Education was a luxury in the early, raw years of post-communist Romania.
That absence became my greatest engine. I wanted to help people. I just had no idea how.
It’s only fair to tell you who I’m not for. Though if you’ve read this far into my philosophy, I doubt you’re one of them.
You know the ones who flash their gold? Who prove their worth by leaning on a Lamborghini and calling it “the rich life”? I actually feel for them. Imagine the stress of guarding so many expensive objects. Imagine lying awake, worried someone might scratch your half-million-dollar car.
Someone out there can serve those people. It isn’t me.
I love cameras and tech too. But I love them for the doors they open, not the status they show off.
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