Always forward brothers

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  • #831479
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    Trapper
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    This morning I was up at daybreak. I watched the thin fog over my river and surrounding mountains slowly burn off while I enjoyed hearing nothing but nature. A world at momentary peace.

    A deer has taken over a small place under one of my apple trees. He’s been there for days now. Friendly little buck. He actually followed me around yesterday. Never seen anything like it.

    At the river this morning I saw why. Cougar tracks. Deer ain’t dumb.

    I’ll spend the day working around the yard and end it with a steak and baked potato. My neighbor said he’d be down later with some ice cold barley pop. Good neighbors are priceless.

    I can’t think of a life I’d enjoy more at this very moment. It wasn’t always this way.

    I’ve been so poor I cooked cinnamon spaghetti once. Those two things were all I had left on the shelf. The first day it tasted worse than roadkill skunk in the summer. I was so hungry by the second day… it really wasn’t that bad.

    I’ve been cheated on, lied to, used, blamed and shamed. Today I’m a King.

    The MGTOW lifestyle is freedom. Some days I’m ambitious as hell, others I recharge. All on my terms. All at my direction.

    To look back and see my struggles, my time spinning in the mud. Chasing approval from people that didn’t even like me. Trying to achieve other people’s goals and priorities… it makes me shake my head. Where are they now? Are they here helping me now? Nope. They are irrelevant in my life now. They should’ve been then. Lesson learned and never to be repeated.

    I’m sure all of us here are at different stages of our journey. Some are at my cinnamon spaghetti stage, some are still being used. Others, like our valued veterans are farther along than me.

    Just take small bites and move forward. Always forward. Some days it feels like you’re being beaten back. You’re not. You’re just overcoming the next obstacle in your journey. An obstacle you couldn’t face until you crushed the others. I can look back at my struggles and smile now. I beat that s~~~. Beat it despite a stacked deck and payed off referees. They lost. I won. You can too. F~~~ them. It’s your life and you will prevail in YOUR LIFE.

    I truly believe any man who can focus on a problem for 5 minutes without losing concentration can rule the world.

    From a former poor as s~~~, not knowing where to turn, confused, hopeless feeling blue pill to a sovereign, call it how I see it, f~~~ her sister and wipe it on her curtains (miss you steathly) red pill, freedom living MGHOW. I hope all you brothers have a great day and get one step farther down your path

    #831484
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    MarketWatcher
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    Great post. I needed that today. That honestly made me feel better.

    THANK you.

    #831487
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    Anonymous
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    I’ve been so poor I cooked cinnamon spaghetti once. Those two things were all I had left on the shelf.

    Somewhere back in 2011 I had only some rice on the shelf and salt. and a few $ worth of money, enough for the cheapest wine that smelled but got me drunk. It kept me going. Starting new household emptied my budget. But at least I got away from a nightmare family. Still the best time of my life. Months later I dated my ex and we f~~~ed like bunnies…

    Back in 2015-2016, I went Mgtow. Building my DH bike part by part again emptied budget, I ate what I could afford, but I was happy and going on.

    #831492
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    Carnage
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    Like a king indeed.

    Soon I will be the same and life will be great.

    But even if life doesn’t turn great, I will be ok, because I’m going nowhere and I’m going there slow.

    To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

    #831495
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    Christopher
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    I’ve been cheated on, lied to, used, blamed and shamed. Today I’m a King.

    Yes.

    Feminism was funded by bankers/politicians to create more taxpayers. MGTOW IS FREEDOM https://archive.org/details/mgtowisfreedomblurayready

    #831506
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    Trapper
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    Great post. I needed that today. That honestly made me feel better.

    THANK you.

    Glad it struck a chord 🍻

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    Autolite
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    I’m sure all of us here are at different stages of our journey. Some are at my cinnamon spaghetti stage, some are still being used.

    I’m currently and the bologna and Ritz ‘stage’. BTW, what’s a “steak”???

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    Anonymous
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    My day sucked! I spent it retrieving and cleaning out 300gal plastic totes. I plan on cutting the bottoms out, screwing them to a wood pallet, then covering them with the top and use them as mini storage bins. I’m burning the candle at both ends to liquidate my 2nd property!

    F~~~ paying taxes and own things that are TAXABLE!

    Maybe I should start charging people taxes and filling my pockets for delivering NOTHING!

    Shoot the cougar! Kill it!

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    Trapper
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    Shoot the cougar! Kill it!

    Nothing hides better than a cat. Except a nocturnal cat.

    #831547
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    Autolite
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    My day sucked! I spent it retrieving and cleaning out 300gal plastic totes. I plan on cutting the bottoms out, screwing them to a wood pallet, then covering them with the top and use them as mini storage bins.

    F~~~ me! Those things sell for up to $400 bucks a-piece in my neck of the woods…

    #831580
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    Awakened
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    To look back and see my struggles, my time spinning in the mud. Chasing approval from people that didn’t even like me. Trying to achieve other people’s goals and priorities… it makes me shake my head. Where are they now? Are they here helping me now? Nope. They are irrelevant in my life now. They should’ve been then. Lesson learned and never to be repeated.

    Looking back it’s Simply Amazing the “things” and “people” that I prioritized, and how WRONG I was. The good thing is that Most days I Laugh about it, and just consider it another chapter of my life that is finished.

    I’m focusing on concluding this chapter, and then just moving into the last chapter(s). I’m hoping the story has a happy ending.

    In a World of Justin Beibers Be a Johnny Cash

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    Anonymous
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    Just got back from a solo camping trip.

    Rain in forecast. By Saturday afternoon, with exception of 4-5 occupied sites, all had vacated. Including my neighboring site.

    Got to enjoy a peaceful and calm weekend beside the fire and reflections about what-next.

    Life’s good when you take a detour from the rat-race and work on yourself.

    90% of people of 90% of things believing their approval rating will be 90%.

    Be content with yourself. That is all the love a man needs. Talk about unconditional love.

    Stay strong brothers.

    #831784
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    JVB
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    As always good stuff Trapper. Cheers mate.

    Peace is > piece.

    #832704
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    Harpo-My-"SON"
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    Always forward brothers,
    but never going strait

    I trust my father has not overfilled my plate!

    His spirit guides me now, I am but his own slave.

    I give back to him:
    The very life he both created and gave.

    Love and respect to all

    I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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