Thoughts on Pride

Becoming a man who can look himself in the mirror & be proud requires discipline & beautiful suffering.

The lifestyle is marked by an omnipresent solitude that lends incredible peace or melancholy, depending on the hour and your mental fortitude.

Being around a bunch of weak company, as a fellow weak boy, feels comforting, but magnitudes more terrible in those moments of clarity when you clock just how undeveloped your mind, body, & soul truly is.

I hate it so much.

People are always angry at anyone who chooses very individual standards for his life; because of the extraordinary treatment which that man grants to himself, they feel degraded, like ordinary beings.