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@ Antoni Salvatore
2025-02-19 04:28:42
Ascolta bene, amico mio! A man's strength is not born from comfort, applause, or luck. It awakens only when the world throws him to the ground, steps on his throat, and laughs at his misery.
When your plans lie in ruins, when everything you've built turns to dust, when every promise you once believed in dissolves into the wind—that is when truth reveals itself. You either dig a trench and fight like a condemned man, or you accept that you’re digging your own grave.
Rock bottom is not a place—it’s a test. A challenge for the weak to bury themselves and for the strong to rise. You will bleed, taste the dirt, grind your teeth, but standing back up is the only option. A real man does not cry for help, does not mourn the past. He wields his pain as a whip, his hatred as fuel, and his will as a blade.
Falling is inevitable. What defines your story is what you do when there is no ground left beneath you.
True motivation does not come from empty inspirational quotes, but from the hatred of one’s own weakness.
The man who clings rigidly to his strategy is like a hunter pulling back a stiff wooden bow—he will break his own weapon when the time comes to use it.
The world is too corrupt for you to believe in love vows, the promises of friends, effortless riches, or the words of newspapers.
If you wish to survive in this world, learn this: both victory and defeat are temporary. Only the battle is eternal.
A man’s life is his endless war. And hatred must be to him what fire is to a steam locomotive: the force that drives him up the steepest paths. But never let yourself burn in your own flames.
Rise. Or die kneeling like the wretched.
Thank you for reading, my friend!
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