‍I Promise, I Solemnly Swear, I Pledge, I Stake My Own Life;

That if you come upon that oh very vast plateau in life infamous for exhausting meager minded men, and you sacrifice your very fucking conscience to overcoming it,

that it will bend itself in whichever way you want.

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I promise, that the days you spend grinding towards a goal or a project without reaping any visible rewards, will never be a waste.

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That you will never regret risking too much while putting everything you have into it; you will only regret gambling too little while putting everything you have into it, or

gambling too much but not putting enough of yourself in.

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I promise, that if you’re willing to burn all of your distractions, walk away from the relationships that imbibe your energy, and punch yourself in the face the next time you

sell yourself short, that no ambition, no level, no goal, no league, no extravagance, no obstacle, no time-limit, no other person will seem too significant, too impossible, or

too unbecoming. None, nothing, no one.

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I promise that the time you spend reading the classics, academic journals, enriching yourself with as much knowledge as possible, will be worth it.

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There will be people who tell you that you are wasting your time.

They do not know what I know.

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I promise that, that last rep of push-ups, the one you’re sure is impossible, is possible and that if you consistently eat protein, and vegetables instead of Mcshitty

burgers, your life will be better.

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That if you want to lose weight bad enough, you will lose weight.

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I promise that when you’re trying to learn how to paint, sing, dance, or play the piano; your sucking shit phase will pass. Consistent practice. No secret techniques, no

magical formulas, nothing. Just hard work.

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I promise that the girl you’re chasing isn’t worth it.

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That the Oneitis your suffering from is not your soul-mate.

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That the girl you’re driving yourself crazy over won’t make you happy.

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That you’re better off dumping your garbage instead of trying to recycle it.

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I promise that heartbreak is nothing easy, but that is something every man must go through and the more times he goes through it, the stronger he becomes.

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I promise that all you need to do is grind your teeth and keep telling yourself “push through.”

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That there will be nights when you’re sure “I messed up the greatest thing in my life,” and that if you accidentally believe yourself, you’ll regret it for a lifetime.

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All of this, I promise. Triumph. Keep pushing.

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I can’t tell you how I know all of this, but I know it.

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I’ve been blessed with certain powers of prophecy.

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It has been written on an antique scroll like the one above some million of years ago.

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If you ever doubt yourself, don’t doubt me. I am never wrong, come back and read this when you have to.

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Welcome to UnfilteredMan

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