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There comes a time in a man’s life when he must choose to believe in what he’s been told versus what is true.
This is the Red Pill.
A thread.
This is the Red Pill.
A thread.
Many men will choose to take the path of least resistance.
Maintain his comfort.
“Don’t rock the boat.”
Work in quiet obscurity because it’s “easy”.
Marry the first girl he fucks because she said yes.
Maintain his comfort.
“Don’t rock the boat.”
Work in quiet obscurity because it’s “easy”.
Marry the first girl he fucks because she said yes.
He continues to let life and the people around him tell him what to do.
Tell him what’s best for him.
Believe that these people have his best interests at heart.
Get married. Have kids. House. Car. Job.
The American Dream.
Tell him what’s best for him.
Believe that these people have his best interests at heart.
Get married. Have kids. House. Car. Job.
The American Dream.
His life stagnates.
Job stagnates.
Health stagnates.
Sex life with his “one” stagnates. Social circles collapse because everyone’s “too busy” living that dream they all said would be worth it.
It’s the wife again. She’s mad he’s not home yet. Yelling. Argument.
Job stagnates.
Health stagnates.
Sex life with his “one” stagnates. Social circles collapse because everyone’s “too busy” living that dream they all said would be worth it.
It’s the wife again. She’s mad he’s not home yet. Yelling. Argument.
His only joy comes from TV shows, movies, games on his phone, sporting events, and the occasional night out with a buddy bitching about how it was supposed to be.
How the dream wasn’t living up to the hype, how there must be more to life than this.
The dream sold was a lie.
How the dream wasn’t living up to the hype, how there must be more to life than this.
The dream sold was a lie.
So he starts to see it.
He starts to question why he’s in this situation.
He starts to notice cracks in the world he knows.
He starts to believe in an inner power. Himself.
The facade is breaking, little by little everyday.
He starts to question why he’s in this situation.
He starts to notice cracks in the world he knows.
He starts to believe in an inner power. Himself.
The facade is breaking, little by little everyday.
He realizes his wife resents him. There’s no love left. He battles in his mind in what to do.
“They told me to stay and try to love her. Do it for the kids.”
They told me it would be better.
It’s not. It’s never going to be.
It’s me or her.
I choose me.
“They told me to stay and try to love her. Do it for the kids.”
They told me it would be better.
It’s not. It’s never going to be.
It’s me or her.
I choose me.
“You’re disappointing everyone.”
Good.
“Why can’t you just go back to being a good husband?”
Because being a good husband meant losing myself.
“Don’t rock the boat.”
Fuck the boat.
This ain’t my boat. It’s yours. And I’m tired of steering it.
Good.
“Why can’t you just go back to being a good husband?”
Because being a good husband meant losing myself.
“Don’t rock the boat.”
Fuck the boat.
This ain’t my boat. It’s yours. And I’m tired of steering it.
Bold move, but it’ll cost you.
Money? Of course.
Time? Yep. Most definitely.
Lose some of those close to you?
Yep. You’ve now made a choice in direct contradiction for what they’ve deemed is best for you.
You’ve lit the bridge.
Money? Of course.
Time? Yep. Most definitely.
Lose some of those close to you?
Yep. You’ve now made a choice in direct contradiction for what they’ve deemed is best for you.
You’ve lit the bridge.
More becomes clear.
He takes more steps to regain his life.
Pain, disappointment and anger ensue.
But it’s different.
It’s growing pain, it’s attempt disappointment, it’s anger from push and pull, not immobility.
It feels good to be fighting.
He takes more steps to regain his life.
Pain, disappointment and anger ensue.
But it’s different.
It’s growing pain, it’s attempt disappointment, it’s anger from push and pull, not immobility.
It feels good to be fighting.
People fall away. They can’t believe he’s done this.
But they don’t understand how they created this, made it happen, with their subtle control moves...or do they?
More becomes clear. They’re in it for them.
He’s a part of their machine.
No more.
But they don’t understand how they created this, made it happen, with their subtle control moves...or do they?
More becomes clear. They’re in it for them.
He’s a part of their machine.
No more.
“He can’t be saved anymore.”
“He’s changed. He’s not the man we knew.”
The man you knew was a quiet, pathetic husk who did what he was told, stayed in your little box, and never made any waves.
Time to unleash the storm.
“He’s changed. He’s not the man we knew.”
The man you knew was a quiet, pathetic husk who did what he was told, stayed in your little box, and never made any waves.
Time to unleash the storm.
The true world around him is now revealed. Everything he thought, believed, and lived was a lie.
He sees it all.
“Why did you do this?”
I wanted my life back.
I have it back.
He sees it all.
“Why did you do this?”
I wanted my life back.
I have it back.
Time to move forward.
Lose those that don’t cherish your new existence.
Find those that want to join you.
Save those that want to be saved.
Spread the word that finding yourself and your true purpose are the only paths forward.
Everyone not with you is against you.
Lose those that don’t cherish your new existence.
Find those that want to join you.
Save those that want to be saved.
Spread the word that finding yourself and your true purpose are the only paths forward.
Everyone not with you is against you.
Living in this world on your terms.
Enriching yourself and helping to unplug others.
Giving your new gift to the world.
Forgetting your past life.
You’re in a new world.
This is the Red Pill.
Enriching yourself and helping to unplug others.
Giving your new gift to the world.
Forgetting your past life.
You’re in a new world.
This is the Red Pill.
