It took me a long time to talk about the endgame. It took me a long time to see the need.

We were born to parents who didn’t have a clue about what was going to be good for us. A lot of them couldn’t keep their own marriages together. Didn’t stop them from talking out their ass, though.

And we lived in a society that had plenty of advice for us. In fact, it wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Do this, do that, don’t do the other. Took us a while to realize that all its plans were shit. That they were all about what it wanted from us, not what was good or healthy for us.

That’s why we’re here.

But with all the plans, maybe some young dudes got a little bit too used to listening. Maybe you thought you needed parents. Maybe you thought you needed society.

Maybe you thought society was an incubator. That it was there to keep you safe and warm and give you everything you needed. Maybe you thought it was a machine that was designed to do something for you.

That’s certainly what it says it is. But it’s not. It never was. Society isn’t an incubator.

It’s a junkyard. It’s a bunch of stuff that’s lying around. And that stuff is lying there because someone else built it in an effort of take care of themselves. It’s up to you to pick up the bits you want to use to take care of yourself in turn. Society isn’t going to do it for you. It’s not an engine. It’s isn’t supposed to be an engine. It’s just a heap of stuff.

You have to make your own way.

And maybe some of you are starting to realize that the mistake you made wasn’t to listen to the wrong plan… it was thinking that you could ever get away with letting someone else plan your life for you in the first place. That even if your parents had a clue, that even if your culture cared about you, your life would still be your responsibility.

Yes, I’m going to talk more about an endgame. Things that work for me, and my friends. Bits of my machine. Pick ‘em up, maybe build something with them. Up to you. You’re still on your own.

But today I have something more important to say. I’m going to tell you that you’re lucky. To stand here, failed by your own parents, abandoned by your society, and your culture, and your so-called leaders… it’s a blessing.

Because now you know.

Think about it. You could have been a Nazi. Born in 1931. Marched with the Hitler Youth. Heard all the speeches about the destiny of your people and believed. Believed hard. Believed down to your core. Been part of a whole nation with a glorious and unified vision for the future. Been a part of something bigger than yourself. Then gotten your Aryan ass kicked and discovered it was all shit.

You could have been a communist. You could have thought you were part of the great global revolution to make the world fair and just for everyone forever. And seen it turn into nothing but another excuse for starvation, torture, slavery, and death. Then seen collapse in abject failure leaving you with nothing to believe in.

You could have been born into a tribal society that spelled out every aspect of life for you, with no option but to do whatever your father did, and his grandfather before him.

You could have been a Spartan, artificially hardened into a child soldier with sick PE games (and regular assfuckings).

You could have been so many places and times where freedom was never an option. But you are free.

Freedom is scary, especially when you thought you would be given a plan for life. It leaves you with so many questions.

How are you supposed to have relationships now? Are you supposed to have them at all? What about kids? What are you supposed to do when you are 30? 40? 50? Are you supposed to just keep spinning plates forever? Are you going to die alone?

But when it’s all up to you, it really is up to you. There are no wrong answers anymore. Just what you don’t want, and what you do. And you are going to be all right.

I know you can do this because I could. Before there was a TRP to help me. I simply had to invent it in my life, and then write it down so it made sense. And when I did, I discovered others doing the same. We’re not special. We were simply stripped of our illusions, and we started taking notes.

The same things that made you attractive to women when you learned to show them will make you able to face the future without fear, and carve your own niche out of the world, when you learn to be those things. Of course they will. They have to. How could it ever have been otherwise? Why the hell do you think women evolved to be attracted to those things in the first place?

It gets better. It gets better if you work on yourself. It gets better if you value yourself. It gets better if you treat yourself like you are worth something, and don’t have to settle for what people who don’t love you think you should have, or should be.

Of course you’re going to screw up. Fall down. Get hurt. Fail. You’re going to fail over and over again. Because if you don’t fail a lot, you’re not trying hard enough things.

But you are going to be okay.

You don’t need parents. You don’t need a society that tells you the meaning of your existence. You don’t need a set of rules to tell you how not to be weak, or whether you are successful. You don’t need TRP. And you don’t need me.

If I never wrote another word, a lot of you would work it out just like I did.

I’m not here to be your new dad, and TRP isn’t here to be your new society. We’re here to give you examples of what worked for us. Perhaps it will make things a little faster and easier for you. But you don’t actually need me. You only need you.

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