I gotta show some respect for one of my boys running the weekly grind here. I won’t name any names but I’ll reveal a bit about their identity. Dude has high school under his belt - not even sure he finished that, to be honest, because half of high school he skipped off to dance in the halls - and he’s a photographer. Starting off small, I’m seeing pics now of the guy doing behind-the-scenes fashion shoots, aside from various club runs where he remains as a dynamic and interactive individual, not just another creepy club photographer.

There’s so much motivation stemming from this one guy that I sometimes visit his profile just to catch a second wind for my own life, a little breeze behind my torn sails. He doesn’t just get monies, he gets hunnies. It’s great to see guys like this, without college, move up the ranks of life. Really great stuff. Cheers to you, man.

Verum et factum convertuntur

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The true and the made are interchangeable. One can know with certainty only what he have created himself

Julius mo’fuckin Caesar was born into a family that was inexplainably connected to the gods of Rome. Most of the family weren’t anything special in Rome, probably because they used used their mythological godly ancestry as justification for being shit at everything. There are two people that are exceptions to this tradition - one was Caesar and the other was his successor to the throne.

Caesar pushed himself into politics at a young age. Engaging in intense speaking programs, he quickly established a name for himself as a military leader and a political presence. This fucker had so much swag that it eventually led to his demise when he was flanked by his haters after firing his only bodyguard.

Caesar’s actions really developed Rome into a much stronger nation but his attitude is really some next level shit. In one of his early battles as a commander, Caesar noticed his low-spirited troops fighting on the battlefield. Caesar was a strategist before a combatant - he was not a soldier, yet his words were not reaching his troops at an active level.

So what does this guy do? He grabs a shitty wooden shield off one of his guards and makes his way to the front of his army lines. Yeah, really; Caesar rushed right into the heart of battle to inspire his troops. Now I know leaders and managers alike sometimes struggle with motivating their teams. Hell, Gandhi has a story involving him, sugar, and a little kid. The message is pretty much don’t do or suggest something that you wouldn’t yourself do. Yet this Caesar guy is actually willing to throw himself in immediate and very real danger, on a battlefield, just to inspire his troops. And you wonder how this guy ran the Roman empire?

Right before Caesar gets ganked and stabbed twenty-something times, he decides to invade Rome. Why invade his hometown? Cuz some asshole decides that if Caesar re-enters Rome with his army, he has to step down from his commander position and become an ordinary citizen. What does Julius motherfucking Caesar think of this law? Nothing. He doesn’t even regard it. He crosses the border into Rome with a starving army, sets off a civil war vs. him, and chases off the faggot who created the law. Admittedly, this tactic was heavily dependent on luck - Caesar’s army was literally gnawing on tree bark to survive - but this point is, the attitude of this guy was high as a mother fucker.

Aside from Caesar having this enormous attitude amongst an even larger sex drive, which led to him boning one of the finest bitches on earth(Cleopatra), this guy is an incredible display of the push some should take when chasing their goals. He had to actually invade his home because some assholes were jelly of his power. Can you imagine the size of this guy’s balls? Even after his death, he was proclaimed to be a god. And his heir to the throne? His legal son… the first emperor of Rome.

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