These are the two thoughts that roam in my head as I walk my street. If there’s 2 lessons I’ve ever considered to be as important as one another, it’s these 2. Never Lose Hope. Because, once you’ve lost hope, you’ve lost purpose. Sometimes I wonder if I should continue on this path; and I mean this in 2 different ways. Should I continue living if all I am to face is hardship for the next short period? It feels like forever, that what I want to achieve; the cars, the money, the girls will never come. And the usual response is, “Well, that’s life as a man, you’re supposed to find joy in the pains of it all.” But is that truly a life worth living? Where all you do is suffer and find comfort in the trauma? And I’ve tried, the first quarter of this year was the hardest I’ve worked for progress ever, I had spent the last 2 months researching faceless channels and was finally to put all that into practice, I started a faceless YouTube channel and blew it up to 25k subs in only 3 months before it’s unfortunate termination. And when I look back on it, sure it was fun, but I never fail to re-experience the emotions I was running off of in that time period. Feelings of hatred, yearning for freedom, all are what pushed me through 8 hour days of content sourcing, editing, making ai transcripts and turning them into narration, software breaking on me. Not even knowing if what I was doing was truly gonna work out, putting on a facadé for the law of attraction, for the WORLD that I was truly confident but deep down I know I can’t predict the future, I know I can’t just skip to the good times, not yet at least. So for now, I don’t think I’ll ever find solace in the grind, I’ll leave the days feeling accomplished and proud of the work I did throughout; of-course, but to ever look back on these days positively would be the biggest joke. Because I’m not running on blind confidence, the belief that it if I simply show up and do the work, that I’ll make it. I’m running on hope.