When I got into daygame, like most men, I had a red-pill awakening. The thing I had been trying to get all my life, pussy, had been right in front of me the whole time. I had taken on societies rhetoric, even Tony Montana’s, that to get the women, first you need the money. I, like I believe most men, deceived myself into thinking that the business success was a means unto itself, the truth was my desire for success at business was 95% about “…when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”
I enjoyed the challenge of business and set myself up for a nice life that allows me to travel, albeit on a small budget, most of the time, so I don’t regret working hard to develop my businesses, although I do regret not learning daygame in my late twenties – I think that might be my life’s only regret. The point is the motivation I had to build my businesses was now gone. I had learnt the truth that civilisation needs to keep hushed, that charisma was far better at getting lots of pussy than money. Tony Montana’s quote should have been “… when you get the charisma, you get the pussy tingle. Then when you get the pussy tingle, then you get the women.”
Here brings me to a dilemma; you can’t chase pussy the whole time, what to do with your life? I have had a life long dream to write books, so with my financial goals changing, that seemed like the logical creative and productive channel. But then the inner game journey and reflexion on my life came and I couldn’t deny that I had never reached my personal goals in business, there felt something un-finished. Maybe I could be open to one more business venture that I could really sink my teeth into, get into it like I used to; working around the clock and devoting my full energies to it.
An opportunity came up to take on the Australian distributorship of an Italian coffee company. I like coffee and it’s a massive market, lets go for it. The negotiations went well and we struck a deal. I bought a shipping container of coffee and got to work on the website, shop front and other marketing channels. I came out of my semi-retirement and dove back into 12 hour days and fully committed to getting this new venture up and running.
It was a disaster, the problem with a massive market is massive competition and within six months I realised I would need more money than I had to get the brand traction I needed in the time frame we had set. I was going to send myself broke trying unless I made some major changes. I ruthlessly cut back on all expenses that weren’t bringing an immediate return, closed the shop, and scaled back to an online business.
After a month of surgery on the business I was back to a manageable cash flow and it could run without much ongoing input from me. I was once again semi-retired. With a bit of breathing room, back into my routine of working an hour or two, reading and writing, and then daygaming. I reflected on the last 7-8 months; I worked my arse off and didn’t enjoy it like I did when I was younger, and I almost sent myself bankrupt, a situation which I promised I would never let get myself into again since almost going broke in my early thirties.
Now I was living the dream life again, what the fuck just happened? I had the perfect life; an hour or two or work, reading and writing, and then daygaming, and I had done my best to throw it all away in favour of a business life I really had no passion for. Luckily for me it failed, but it does show the power of the lure of success, the cultural habits (lies) that I will find happiness in business and financial success are still deep within me. Business is shit, at least the business I have experience with; branding to differentiate a product that is really very similar to others, it is all so meaningless, feeding the culture of consumerism.
So despite my best efforts to fuck up my life and head back to the herd of fools working sixty hours a week on a meaningless task of selling more shit to people that have too much already, I escaped with my soul and now can travel the world trying to fuck girls half my age – a much more moral choice.