Life is short, too short to chase bullshit, flatter cowards, argue with fools, or waste nights in empty spaces.
Cut the noise.
Spend whatβs left on what matters, or die as just another forgotten name on a list no one remembers.
Just got off the phone with one of the homies, his son just got murdered, shot through the heart, in a small town.... the BS is starting to creep out into the sticks... be ready, watch your 6. π‘βοΈπ§‘π
GM!
Itβs time to do the hard things!!
Make choices that would break weaker men.
Build what most wonβt touch, and carry weight few can bear.
Greatness is carved by those who embrace the work others fear.
No more wasted flare gas here!! Turned fire into π½.
Off-grid mining isnβt pretty: iron, sweat, and scars in the oil fields etc...
This is proof-of-work in its rawest form.
Energy forged into freedom, the hard way, the only way, MY WAY.π§‘
In an age where men sell truth for likes and trade freedom for comfort, be the one who stands unbent.
The world rewards weakness, but history remembers strength.
It is better to walk alone in steel than kneel together in rot.
Sex fades.
Fame rots.
Drugs burn out.
Money slips.
Alcohol dulls.
Even success leaves you empty.
Purpose is the only fire that does not die, find it, or be consumed by the void.
