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@ Antoni Salvatore
2025-02-19 22:47:38
Davvero, amico mio, if history teaches us anything, it is that struggle is the only language the world respects.
No man has risen from the dust without first being crushed by boulders. No empire has stood without the bones of those who tried and failed. The mistake of the naïve is believing they can bargain with life, that there is a path to triumph that does not demand tribute. Victory is not generous. You either pay in blood, or you pay with your very soul.
Are your shoulders heavy? Good. What afflicts you today is a reminder that there is still weakness in your flesh. Fatigue, exhaustion, pain—these are not curses, but invitations. Invitations to abandon lamentation and grasp what few ever understand: a man is not forged in comfort, but in deprivation.
The true tragedy of weakness is not the suffering it brings, but the way it perpetuates itself. There are no choices between comfort and effort. There is only the choice between being trampled or striking back. Do you seek respect? Then take it! Success has never been a gift—it is plunder seized from the hands of the hesitant.
And remember: there is a final stage in the evolution of man that the weak will never comprehend. It is not power. It is not wealth. It is indifference. The man who does not waver, who does not fear pain, who does not seek applause or recognition—he is the one who has ascended. He is the one who rules and triumphs.
Thank you for reading, my friend!
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