Thank you brother.
Sometimes I just feel like I’m wasted potential and this feeling hurts.
I was speaking with a friend of mine recently talking about how fast the time passed.
I remember when I was 16 and was doing some freelance marketing work, it was unheard of in my country at the time and especially my age as I was doing great money, that grown CEO men at 40 in my country would dream of.
I had big dreams and ambitions, and I told all my friends that in my 20s I would buy my dream home, would scale my work and turn it into a business that makes $10k/month instead of the $2k/month I was doing at the time, and I personally thought that I would be advanced spiritually since I was actually more consistent in my yoga practice and meditations back then.
Now I look at myself now, and I would be ashamed to speak to my younger self, I would be ashamed to tell him that he was actually my prime, when he had such high hopes for me and felt he wasn’t good enough.
I don’t even make nearly the same amount I was making at 16, don’t have my own home wouldn’t even dream of buying one atm, and even if I tried to get a full-time job I would make a measly $200/month, and I haven’t been as consistent or successful with meditations for years.
Sad thing is, I can do stuff now..
I have privacy now, I didn’t when I was younger.
My family situation is better.
I have an SS girlfriend that loves me.
I have nice and loyal friends. (Both SS and normies)
I really have no excuse.
But I’m tired, I’m withered, I don’t have the same fire I had when I was younger. That unstoppable, relentless fire feels unreachable and it hurts.
I feel humiliated that I feel that I don’t amount to anything.
I feel powerless that I’m not rich enough to go buy a house and get married and support the love of my life with all I have.
I feel powerless that I’m not rich enough to retire my mom if she wants to and buy gifts for my brothers and sisters and family and friends.
Back then when I was 16 I would feel all this and go destroy everything that would stop me and I was a go getter.
It was also because of pain, pain and lack of control motivated me back then. Now I’m stuck?
Now I don’t know if I can, I know I have it in me somewhere and I still try again.
I know I can, I really do, but I don’t know. I keep trying again.