What does it mean to win?

In life. In career. In relationships and in general what does it mean to win? To be in the pursuit of winning in the game of life.

Yes. Life is a game. Yes. You can lose. But, what’s worse in life is purposefully losing. Getting in your own way or just not giving a fuck to pursue a prize you fixed your mind to.

Does it matter? It matters a hell of a lot to me because I know what losing is like and know what winning feels like. Losing and depression go hand in hand. The mindset behind “does it matter if I try?” Does it matter if I push myself a little harder give it everything I have is some bullshit.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU WIN BY AN INCH OR A MILE. WINNING IS WINNING.’
@FASTFAMILY
DOMINIC TORETTO

Do you know who losing matters most too? Your enemies with friendly masks and your internal doubts that spring up to get in the way of your rise and progress forward. Life is competitive and there is always a given moment your in the mud wrestling your way for a winning pin against another foe.

So fuck not trying. Fuck self doubts. Fuck depression and fuck anybody that gets in my way of the pursuit of the win. The opposition is real in life. I am not surprised when people attempt to get in my way. I am annoyed when events happen to block me but I am not surprised nor am I backing up.

I am pushing through and when I can I’ll enjoy the ride along the way. I will sleep win I am dead. I’m alive now so the struggle is on but am not to deterred because I’m on the move.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

You know a dude raised a good son when his son calls his father a great man.

Mothers got their day and by and large the west is in a state of pussfied madness but still my dude acknowledge a father when you see his legacy is a decent young man. The real ones don’t brag. That’s our job to brag on their accomplishments.

Real talk. Fuck even a dude that bitches about marriage and the legacy of good men. Fuck em if they don’t even acknowledge a good father just doing his fucking job. Seriously fatherhood ain’t easy in a fucking world that’s out to kill you and cut the fucking dick off your legacy before he can fucking read or buy his first car.

These are dangerous fucking times for men. Get your balls up my dude because the war on men is for your fucking mind and legacy of the future. This ain’t a time for bitching it’s time for embracing masculine energy and celbrating fatherhood.

I got this Puerto rican dude I respect at work. One of the many. He’s humble a good worker and walks with limp and confidence. He got a young son that’s happy, kind, good worker and isn’t an asshole.

Holy shit.

You got to understand. Seeing a young dude who knows who he is and where he comes from and has confidence in himself. Hot damn.

I mentioned one time in passing how I regarded his father as a good man. He corrected me wisely and said his father was a great man.

That’s some real shit. I remember seeing the young dude standing next to father while he was doing something and even the way he stood next to his father was respectful to his position as his father.

Listen my dude. You know it when you see it.

Example. Two dudes together walking on the street. If something is about to pop off a dude covers angle to his partner’s blind spot or watches his friend’s back when he’s distracted on the phone. They walk in time with each other to move at the same speed. Unity. Brotherhood. Fatherhood and son. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about my dude.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg