This post will be long, it's a fucking novel. In fact I almost hit the 40,000 reddit character limit. There is no TL:DR, this information is all relevant and connected, it will not make sense to split it into multiple posts. If you need to, take breaks and read it in parts
PART 1: PHILOSOPHY
TRP is not just about women and sexual strategy.
Sure, it may have started out that way in the manosphere, and may have been the initial purpose of the subreddit when it was created: a place for men to vent about their women troubles, share notes, and collectively construct a system to help each other navigate the sexual marketplace.
Very quickly though, we realised that the AFC struggles with a lot more than just women. In fact, his problems with women are just a symptom of a much larger disease.
We discovered that teaching weak, depressed beta males to become real, productive men was the real trick to getting women. We're not pickup artists, we don't put on an act and learn lines and fake being attractive in order to get the ladies, instead, we encourage men to actually become attractive, physically and mentally. After that, the women fall into our laps effortlessly. It's not that complicated is it?
So a better system was created. We encourage you to exercise and build a great body, we encourage meditation, mindfulness and philosophy. We tell you to find a mission and dedicate yourself to, discover your purpose in life.
TRP has become the reddit space for men who are committed to self actualizing.
We attract a lot of losers here, depressed betas, sad soyboys, fat midlife crises-ers; and for good reason. These losers are men who are deeply unhappy with their lives, and are looking for guidance and support; some way to pull them out of their hole.
And they find it on TRP. For the first time in their lives, there are some answers, there are real truths to life. They're sick of being lied to and pushed down by the bullshit peddled since childhood, they want to be MEN but they don't know how.
And here are some real MEN, showing them. There is cause for rejoice, finally a community of driven, disciplined and successful people.
So the depressed beta follows the advice and his life magically starts to improve. He finally has the body he dreamed of, and he enjoyed working hard to achieve it; people treat him better and he feels more in control of his life; everything is going great at work or school, and most importantly of all; he's finally started to get laid, with the kind of women he could only dream of while he masturbated as a kid.
He begins to climb Maslow's Pyramid. He starts by fulfilling basic needs, he eats and sleeps better, and he builds a healthier body. Then he starts getting laid and having real, intimate relationships with women, and males to, he makes good, close friends. This is incredibly important, and is a reason why Incels are so pitiable; intimate relationships are imperative to our growth as humans. There is no such thing as a "lone wolf alpha".
And so he keeps climbing, he starts to gain some prestige and confidence and feel like a real person.
But still, and surprisingly, our new "alpha" is unfulfilled.
He still feels empty on the inside, in fact, even more than before. He gets all the pussy he wants, but it's meaningless. It's not as fun or interesting as he thought it would be. He has more money and more toys, but this doesn't really interest him anymore. He might be doing very well on the career ladder, but feel totally un-invested in his profession.
This is because our new "alpha" has yet to reach the final stage of his purpose as a man: Self Actualization.
There was a post on asktrp a few days ago from a guy with exactly this problem. His life was going great and he was getting all the pussy he wanted, but he still felt like shit. Still felt like he had no purpose, no direction in life.
That's because he didn't. He was going through the motions of what makes a successfull man, but with no end goal in sight. No true mission.
We teach men here that without a purpose in life, without a goal and direction, a man has no meaning. Your purpose could be anything: maybe you want to be the best at a sport, or a famous youtuber, or filthy fucking rich. Maybe you want to be the next Alexander the Great, or Hitler... or Kanye; maybe you want to die for a cause, give your life to your religion or country. Or maybe you have more realistic and practical aspirations; you want to pull your family out of poverty and remove them from your shithole thirdworld country and settle in the first world.
But without a goal in mind, without a direction, you will wonder through life and waste it without realising. What are you going to accomplish? How will you be remembered?
Win the Game
I outlined in a recent post my idea that life itself can be split and compartmentalized into multiple minigames. You win the Game of Life overall by winning the other games. You win these games with micro and macro plays: You wash your hands so you don't get disease and lose the Game of Health a micro play; you also lift and take care of your body for the same reason, a macro play. You cultivate a great Social Media profile to win the Game of Power. You study at university so you can get a god paying job so you can win the Game of Money; but there are other ways to win that game if you want, hustle, invest, deal drugs. Whatever, we all have different strategies to try and win our games. Some work, some do not.
Your purpose as a man is to win this game. You were put on the earth for this reason. Everyone is competing and we don't have a choice; failure is death and collapse into nothingness, success is existing for a few more millennia (as a genetic entity in your progeny, or as a memetic entity in your ideas) and telling entropy to fuck off.
The depressed beta is losing the game of life. That is why he's so sad and hopeless. He may not realize it on a conscious level, but his subconscious definitely knows. It compares his current ranking in the game with those around him, and assesses whether he is winning or not. And when he realizes he's losing, the beta falls into a spiral of despair and gives up. There's no point continuing anymore, he thinks. I've missed the chance, might as well just kill myself.
This is why high school reunions can be so juicy, or painful. You are comparing your results to your peers, people in the same socio-economic class as you, with roughly the same starting position and opportunities. So when you see that some guys, who were basically the same as you when kids, managed to rise far further than you did, you get sad about it, or pissed off at yourself.
It's sad, because a lot of men do not realize that they are playing this game, not until it's too late anyway. They coast through life thinking it's all chill and there's no real pressure to succeed, and then they crash hard halfway through when they realize this is wrong and they wasted a lot of time and a lot of opportunities. Sometimes, it may be too late for them to do anything about it. A lot give up and settle into a sad, mediocre existence (and infecting their kids with this attitude, hence perpetuating the cycle). Some give up and kill themselves (male suicide rate is astonishing for this reason). The brave ones say, fuck it, I'm not going to waste the time I have left, I'll attempt to WIN anyway (this is a mid-life crisis).
Because winning is the only option. Winning is what you're here for.
Fuck being 'happy', that's just another myth pushed on us to make us content with mediocrity. You are better of being a sad and angry WINNER than a happy and content LOSER. Nature does not give a shit if you are happy or not. Do you think the men at the top of the world are 'happy'? Absolutely not. There lives are messy and dramatic and stressful; but these men are Winning, and this gives them purpose and reason to continue. This is the drug they snort, success.
And in fact, you are descended from a line of WINNERS. Every single one of your ancestors was a winner, down to when you were just a damn amoeba. They all survived and spread their genes, they all made offspring and continued the line, all the way down to you, the loser reading this on his computer screen. The kind of shit your ancestors had to do to survive would shock and horrify you.
You are descended from soldiers who killed their enemies with brutality and glee, and then raped their women. You are a descendant of murders and rapists, of people who committed genocides. You are also a descendant of those who survived genocides, a descendant of slaves. There are women in your ancestry who were rape slaves their whole lives, and these women pushed through it all and survived so you could be here now. We are all descended from slaves and murderers.
So, you do not have the comfort of being an average loser. You do not have the freedom to be an incel and die in your mothers basement or to a drug overdose. To be a failure, right now, is to spit in the face of every single person in your genetic line who struggled through hardships you could not even imagine in order to give you this life. This isn't your life, you do not own it. You carry the burden of every single one of your ancestors on your shoulders.
Do not fuck it up.
"But Heathcliff, I'm short and balding and ugly and -hamster hamster hamster".
Fuck, so was everyone else in your family. The shortness you got from your father, well he had it too, and he managed to fucking get laid to produce you ungrateful bastard. The "bad" genes that you complain about are all genes that survived up until now, your great-great-great grandparents had it too and they managed to fucking win regardless. You do not have an excuse. You can't do anything about it. Heck, your bad genes aren't really that bad; the truly bad genes never survived up until this point, they died to entropy centuries ago. Your genes are fine, you're just a pussy making excuses for your failures.
The men who win the Game of Life all have one thing in common. They realize they're playing a game, and they tackle this game seriously and with every fibre of their being. They all have the same mindset, and in fact, in order for you to truly get your ass out of the chair and start winning too, you must adopt the mindset.
And it's not a new one, but it's one that a lot of us have lost.
The overwhelming Fear of Death.
When I was 11 years old my father was diagnosed with cancer. As a child, I watched my dad, the greatest and most powerful man in my life, a god in my eyes, degenerate into a yellow sack of failing organs and pain. My dad, who could lift up the sofa with one hand, kick a football all the way across the park, and play with electrical sockets like they were toys. Over the course of a year, my father crumbled into a bedridden mess, was destroyed by his own body, tortured by the chemo, and disintegrated into nothing. At 36 years old.
Only now that I'm older do I realize how fucking young 36 years old is. He did not even get the chance to live half a life.
And this took a massive toll on my childhood psyche. It wasn't conscious at first, but now I understand that I behave the way I do because of this.
I have a crippling, horrifying, but healthy fear of Death. I understand just how short life can be, how it can be stolen from you at any moment, and how we do not have the luxury of pissing it away. Life is a gift, it is not yours to waste.
Death Pressure is real, and is the primary driving force behind the actions of the men who rule the world, and the men who rise from nothingness to be great. These men all have a terrible fear of death, and mediocrity. To be an average loser for these men is akin to Death itself. We've all heard the stories of the person who has almost died but survived; be it an accident or illness, and suddenly they are a different person, tackling life in a way they couldn't even conceive of before. They have had a taste of Death, and it horrified them.
So I've always tackled life at 100%, knowing that I may be killed or succumb to illness at any moment. And I see the hurting eyes of the men in later stages of their lives, the eyes of those who realize they've lost the game, and I vow NEVER to be that man. I try to milk as much experience and meaning from my days as possible; whether it means fucking the prettiest girls, doing the hardest drugs, travelling to the most astounding places; or creating, writing for the people around me, leaving my mark on the world, and ascending humanity.
Fuck being a loser. Fuck being a prole. Fuck being a slave. I live my life as the Ubermensch.
It is your job in life to succeed and win the game, and become the Higher Man, the best version of yourself.
We all have the capability, but very few of us actually do it. The vast majority of us are too fucking lazy, scared and weak to ever even attempt becoming something other than a fat, mediocre bastard.
Self-Actualizing is hard, if it was easy we could all do it. It's a fucking struggle, and it's your struggle; but you can and will achieve if you stop fucking around and dedicate yourself to it 100%.
I managed to do it, I'm operating at max capacity right now, I know I will turn out a great man, especially if I continue on this trajectory.
But I used to be a fucking loser. The worst fucking kind of loser. I was just as bad, if not worse than a lot of you guys who've already given up. Later on in this post, because I am never ashamed of talking about my shortcomings, I will give you a taste of what my depressed Beta day looks like, and what my Ubermensch day looks like.
But for now, I want to give you all some actual methods and techniques in achieving Ubermensch mode; because I hate when an article gives you a call to action but doesn't show you how. Here is how I managed to ascended into demi-god levels of productivity, there's obviously lots of information out there on how to do this, but this is how I personally tackle the problem, and some of these ideas I have not seen discussed before
PART 2: METHODS
You are a cell. The cell takes material from the outside and converts it into useful material for itself. The cell aims to be as efficient as possible with it's actions; any waste, any inneficiency will be punished by nature. The cell competes with other cells, and so the inefficient, lazy, and wasteful cells will always lose to cells that operate closer to 100%.
The cell is always trying to optimize it's usage of time, energy, and resources. The closer to 100% the cell can get, the better it will do in the world. It is a mortal sin for the cell to be wasteful.
The efficiency principle is the mechanism in your head that governs the little ways you go about the world. You finish your bowl of cereal, instead of getting up and putting it in the sink immediately; you leave it on the table and tell yourself "I will take it with me next time I enter the kitchen". This saves you an extra journey, kills two birds with one stone, and conserves your energy (yet we still fucking forget to do it, every single time). This is a natural, intuitive thought and we all have it. The Efficiency Principle is what makes the dishes pile up in the sink, with the knowledge that it is better for your time, energy and budget, to wash all the dishes at once instead of individually. The Efficiency Principle is what encourages you to set-up a meeting with your buddy if you happen to be in that part of town, it's convenient, you don't have to go out of your way because you're already there.
The efficiency principle is what makes you fucking rage and despair when you lose all your work because your laptop died or accidentally closed your tab (because you're an idiot and didn't save). All that time and effort, completely wasted, nothing to show for it. This is a mortal sin for productivity, and a grave wound to your day. When you're with a girl for 10 years and break up, the efficiency principle is what makes you feel like shit about it even if it was the right move; all that time and effort wasted on a venture that amounted to nothing. In fact because of this, some people won't break up even through problems; it seems like the smarter thing to do to push through it then to have to start again from scratch.
Beware of being hijacked by this principle and making fallacious mistakes like this; but always be aware of it in the back of your mind, you will feel happier and better about yourself should you act efficiently in all your actions. This leads into the next point
Dead Time is any time not spent growing or recovering.
Time, in essence, is the only real resource you have. It is finite, and wasting time is the worst thing you can do for your development as a human. You will always lose to those who are efficient with their time. The winners in the world make sure that their entire day, to the second, is filled with effective and productive time use.
Dead Time is any time you spend not building yourself, or recovering in order to do so. I'll give you some examples. You're on Stronglifts 5x5 and workout Mond/Wed/Fri. Tuesday and Thursday are not wasted days, they are days you spend recovering and building muscle, to train on these days is detrimental. This is not dead time.
But if you begin skipping workout day, days in which you are refreshed and capable of building; you are in Dead Time. It is time that could be useful literally dying in your hands.
You bust out a massively stressful day at work, but you achieved a lot. You get home and pump on the netflix and watch 4 episodes of Peep Show. This is not Dead Time. You are recovering from the hardships of the day, you are taking a breather and healing yourself.
On the weekend, you wake up refreshed and ready to tackle the day. Instead you continue to watch Netflix. This is Dead Time, you are not recovering from shit, and the task isn't useful. You are replacing a useful thing you could be doing (maybe lifting, cooking, stuyding something) with an unproductive task. You are murdering time.
This one isn't hard to get. Your task now is to assess your day and try and realize how much of your time is really spend in Dead Time, scrolling reddit or fucking around. I guarantee you it will be too much, and you can cut it down.
Day of Rest
This doesn't go to mean that you cannot do the things you enjoy, or that you don't deserve a break. You do, it's very important, but schedule your breaks. Every single religion and culture in the world has a concept of a "Day of Rest", a day where you just stop, take a breather and relax for a while. This is an important human foundation. Use this day of rest as a cheat day, on this day, allow yourself to do the shit that you know is bad for you during the rest of the week, get it out of your system and scratch the itch. If you want to fap, go for it, if you want to smoke weed or drink, do so, if you want to binge netflix or play videogames, go ahead.
As long as you keep these things compartmentalized to this one day, the day that you allow yourself to sleep in and eat takeout, the urge to indulge later on in the week will diminish. You'll also find, as the weeks go by, your day of rest will start to become less indulgent too, and even a little bit productive without you realizing. My day of rest is on Sunday, and I used to smoke weed and play videogames to wind down; now it doesn't really interest me at all; instead I do my laundry and read the books I don't have time for during the week.
This is a trap that many guys fall for, myself included.
"Tomorrow I will be a different person, I will do everything I need to do. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life"
It never lasts. Jumping straight into different habits all at once will have you crashing fast.
You are so desperate for immediate results you will hurt yourself and damage any progress you're making by going too fast.
Gradually adding different habits over time, solidifying initial ones before moving onto new ones, that's the only way to do it.
No one says "tomorrow I will deadlift 300 pounds, tomorrow is the first day of my powerlifting career" when they've never even set foot in gym
You will not be able to jump straight into running half marathons, studying 8 hours a day or cooking like a professional chef. You need to slowly ease into it.
I started out by just getting my diet sorted first. 3 good meals a day. Once I did that, exercising was easier, and I became disicplined with that. Once I was exercising properly, sleeping 8 hours each night was inevitable and easy. Once I could sleep, eat and train properly, meditation was an easy next step.
Take them one at a time and build on them like a pyramid. Add or improve on a new skill each day, one a day is enough. I guarantee you, progress will be faster than you think, and sometimes exponential. I was unable to even study for 30 mins the first time I sat in front of my books. The next day was an hour, then I could bust out two. I'm on four at the moment, and I'm trying to work my way up to 6. I know my limits.
At school, I learnt of a concept known as Extended Cognition. The idea is that you are not just the product of the data stored inside your head; rather, any data that is "you" stored in other places is also you; any tools that you use to navigate life are also you.
The watch on your hand is YOU, it is a part of your being. It is a tool for navigating the world just like your legs and arms are. A pad of paper with a "To Do" list is also you. It doesn't matter whether the "I need to do this today" concept is stored in your neurons or on the pad, it is still a part of your being. Your glasses, another organ, just an extra set of corneas, makes your perception better.
The calendar that you use to track the days, that is you. Your cell phone, a massive brain upgrade, a data bank used to store all the information and memories in an organised and compartmentalized way, that is you. You store your memories in your brain, but also as images on your phone. You store your ideas in your thoughts, but also as notes jotted down in an app.
Successful men use all the tools at their disposal to extend their being into the real world, increase their data capacity and recall, and organize their life. They use diaries and calendars and apps and lists and even secretaries to become more cognitive, and warp the world around them much more powerfully.
I'll give you an example: I learnt the hard way that whenever you have an idea, you must write it down immediately, because you will NEVER remember it later. You might remember that you had a cool idea, but you won't remember what it was, and it will furstrate you massively. After losing too many genius thoughts to this, I started immediately writing them down on my note app on my phone, an extra brain I carry around with me. In fact, this post was sparked by a thought I quickly jotted down. Without this extended cognition, I wouldn't have written a lot of the posts that have done so well and changed the lives of guys on here. Right now, my evernote app has 10+ potential TRP articles I intend to write, with short brainstorms, that I come up with while I'm commuting or lifting or sitting on the toilet. You never know when genius will hit you.
So I'm gonna get flack for this post because it's so fucking long, but I don't care. I enjoy writing this shit and I know there are plenty of guys here who will read it all, and then go back and re-read it again. It's for them that I write, not the lazy assholes who are only here for masturbation.
In fact, you may have noticed I've recently been pumping these posts out like muslim babies. I've been writing a lot, and for good reason.
I am addicted to it. I love every aspect of it, I enjoy the writing, I could do it for hours. I enjoy sharing my ideas and arguing over them, and like an addict, I enjoy more than ever that little orange envelope telling me that someone has read and acknowledged my work.
These are my dopamine hits, and the only ones I allow myself to have.
I used to get my dopamine fix from video games and masturbation and social media and weed. I eventually cut that all out. This is what is known as cheap dopamine. Dopamine you did not have to earn, dopamine that is limitless and overindulgent.
This cheap dopamine addiction is fucking you up, truly it is, it's the scourge of our society remove all sources of cheap dopamine from your life, it is a drug you must ween yourself off.
But you still need dopamine, it's important for your growth and general well being. Where do you get it from though?
Generate your Dopamine from Meaningful Sources
Your dopamine should only ever come from the things in your life that give you meaning and help you grow. Once you stop overindulging in the drug, even a little hit will be enough to brighten your day. Take a walk in the sun, you instantly feel good. Finally master a song you've been practicing; ride that wave for a week. Beat that PR in at the gym and you feel on top of the fucking world.
Find what you love and use it as your dopamine source; you will become addicted to the drug, yet indulging in it will help you grow.
At the end of a long day, if I've studied enough, lifted, done all the things I need to do and am feeling beat, instead of sitting in front of the TV, I fire up my computer and write for theredpill for 3 hours. I lose myself in the work, enter Flow, proofread a few times, and then hit the submit button.
And every orange mail box telling me "hey man you just put so many pieces together for me, you're a great writer" or even "lol ur an autistic faggot" is enough for me to feel like I've earned my place in the world and I'm making a difference. And my writing improves with every post I make. I am growing, and enjoying myself while doing so.
Find your meaninful dopamine well, and tap into it
I can write for hours, in fact, it's been almost 5 hours since I started this very post. I literally haven't stopped typing since then, vomiting out the words as they escape my fingers, like a man possesed. I have not stopped to check social media, or my reddit messages. I have not taken any breaks. Pure, focused Flow.
If I could study like this I'd be a fucking genius, but sadly I cannot.
Flow is the magical mindframe you get when you lose yourself in something you love. We all Flow for different things, for me it's writing and playing my guitar. I can go for hours and not even realize it. Others flow while playing sports, or while solving problems under high pressure in their career, or public speaking, or poker.
We all have different Flow, yet we don't all make the most of it. This is super important, because the things you Flow with are the things that will be help you succeed at life.
Find what makes you Flow, and dedicate your life to it. You will have a much more meaningful life pursuing the things you love and are good at. If you have a career you hate, or are even just ambivalent about, yet a hobby you Flow with very well, then maybe you should consider a swap.
PART 3: EXAMPLES
I'm going to finish off this post with a description on how I carry out my day; mainly to brag, but also to give inspiration. I'm not operating at full capacity yet, but I'm almost there. If you're still here by now, here's your reward.
Yet I used to be such a fucking loser it's shameful. I'm not embarrassed to talk about my fuckups though, and I think it's important for great men (like me) to be open about their shortcomings, it teaches those who have no faith in themselves, and those full of self-hate, that it's entirely possible to achieve and rise like we did,
This is what my life looked like when I was at the lowest of my lows.
I wake up around 11/12, dehydrated and feeling like absolute shit. I am hit instantly with the overwhelming need to smoke, but the bed is warm and I don't have the energy to get up. My first fap of the day is achieved through imagining me fucking my one-itis, the little morning testosterone I have allowing me to get hard without porn.
I scroll through reddit on my phone for roughly an hour and a half, and then facebook for a while. I don't have instagram or snapchat, but if I did, it would probably add another hour or two to my morning session.
Eventually the need to smoke is too much and I pull myself out of bed. I roll a joint (with too much tobacco) and smoke it by the window. I don't get high, instead I simply revert back to a "less shit" mode from my "really shit" mode. The weed is very quickly rejected and I rush to the toilet to throw up, but my stomach is empty and I dry heave for 10 minutes. My body still thinks I threw up though, and so floods me with the "post puke" endorphins. This + plus the THC is the only way I can feel high anymore.
I immediately smoke another joint, and then contort myself onto the sofa. My second fap of the day consists of me hitting up gonewild or amateur porn subreddits and wondering what it would be like to fuck some of the girls on there.
I put something on netflix but it's not stimulating enough, so while I "watch", I play games on my laptop or my phone. I do this for the next 4-6 hours, stopping only to roll more weed.
In order to achieve my third fap of the day, I have to watch teenage girls get gangbanged or do shit that makes me mad. I get angry but horny and manage a few spurts of cum. It doesn't even feel good, but I've removed the itch to fap and that's all that matters.
At some point I start feeling very very ill and realise it is around 7pm and I have yet to eat anything. I drag myself into the kitchen, which has piled up with dishes. I have no bowls, so I wash a bowl, put the kettle on and make some instant noodles. I'm so hungry it tastes like the best thing I've ever eaten. I use the same bowl for cereal afterwards, and smoke weed to make the most of the sugar rush. This is my meal of the day.
I get through 2-3 grams of weed throughout the day, smoking it like cigarettes.
I play games and watch netflix until it's around 11pm, where I migrate to my bed and continue there. The creeping urge to masturbate returns, and my fourth fap of the day consists of me beating my soft dick trying to make hard. I browse around for more fucked up porn, but the whole shit/piss thing still disgusts me, and the porn only works for about a minute before I get bored. I eventually resort to watching women fuck animals (what a fucking blackpill that is) until I'm angry enough to dry cum, this takes roughly an hour or more.
I fall asleep playing a game on my phone. The next morning I wake up feeling like death.
Repeat. For two fucking weeks. Sometimes I remember to shower.
What fucking hell that period of my life was. I lost pretty much all my muscle and weight, 2 years worth of progress. and could not even bench the bar when I eventually returned to the gym
Once I pulled myself out, I vowed to never, EVER, return to that point again. How fucking pathetic. Laugh at me all you want, this was me for a while.
This is me now.
My alarm is set for 6:20 but I wake before it, as I have every day these past few weeks. I immediately open the curtains and let the light flood the room. I lay in bed contemplating life for about 20 mins before I get up. My phone is charging in the other room, nowhere near my bed. I make my bed immediately, fighting entropy as the first thing I do.
I down a glass of water, then hit the shower immediately. I start off warm because I'm still a pussy, but gradually shift it to ice cold by the end. I stand under the ice water and count to 22. Yesterday was 21 and tomorrow will be 23.
Once dry, I have my first breakfast, tea, yoghurt and fruit. This stimulates my appetite. I then take Vitamin D and C, Zinc, Cod Liver Oil, 5-HTP and Lions Mane Mushroom. I then begin cleaning my flat; there isn't much to do because I keep on top of things mostly. Fuck off entropy. I then wash my dishes from the night before and use that time to think about the day ahead and reflect. Once I'm done, I do my Wim Hof breathing exercises for 10 minutes, then meditate for 10 mins.
I then write myto-do list for the day. I do this every morning. If I do not, I forget what I need to do. I don't use fancy apps or trackers or anything like that, a simple list is enough. At the end of the day, I count up what I managed to do vs what I intended to do, and give myself a percentage score. I aim to always be above 60% minimum, with 80% being a goal.
Once I'm done, I either blast music loud to get myself pumped or put on a podcast. I cook my second breakfast, depending on what I'm feeling. I enjoy cooking and plan my meals on the whiteboard I have in my kitchen, writing down the meals I know how to cook (otherwise I forget) and ordering what I'll cook on what days.
I have my breakfast, which is never less than 1000kcal, and a protein gainer shake with creatine, almost another 1000 calories and then pack my bag for the day. I then practice my guitar for roughly an hour. I do this in the morning so i can avoid the morning commute rush, and also out of respect for my neighbors. I return late in the evening and it is unfair to them to be playing at that time.
I leave for school, and commute the 30 mins to my university. At school I first stop by the chapel and spend 10 minutes absorbing the numinous and constructing the rest of the day in my head, more meditation. I then hit the library and go over everything I studied the day before, using questions I find online to test myself on the material. I do this for an hour.
I then hit the gym and lift for roughly an hour. I do 5/3/1 with BBB and other accessories. I shoot the shit with the management, and gym bunnies stare at me as I deadlift. It feels good. Easy, meaningful dopamine.
After the gym I have a snack, and then study new material for 2 hours. I use the pomodoro method and do 4 pomodoros. I then hit the school cafeteria and have lunch, replying to my reddit comments as I do so. After that, I study for 4 more pomodoros, and then heat up the leftovers from yesterday and answer more reddit messages.
Once I'm done I travel 30 mins to my tutees house, and I teach a 16 year old girl basic chemistry for $60 an hour. I teach her for 1.5 hours. She hangs on every word I say and keeps touching the inside of her thighs, and fiddling with her hair/neck. She started off failing miserably, now she's top of her class. How convenient...
I travel home during rush hour and hate it, but distract myself with chess against the computer on my phone. I lose a lot.
I get home at roughly 7pm, and relax for about 30 mins. I then cook a meal, whatever I had planned at the beginning of the week, and I really enjoy the act of cooking itself, the precision timing and the aesthetics and the art. I eat my meal while browsing reddit. At about 8 pm one of two things happens. I either sit in front of my laptop and write a long ass reddit post, vomiting all the ideas that I came up with throughout the day OR I get a pussy delivery and a plate shows up at my door (pre-planned). I fuck the plate or fuck the minds of TRP readers for a while.
The plate has two options, she either leaves and goes home, or she stays with the knowledge that my bedtime is strictly 10pm and I'll be getting up at 6am in the morning. Most leave, which I prefer, I need the alone time, and I only need her for sex anyway. Some decide to stay, and I wake them up with sex in the morning and make them do the dishes.
Before bed, I write in my diary and drink a glass of Casein. I note anything interesting or out of the ordinary that happened, and any insights throughout the day.
Around 10 I hit the sack, I attempt to read but am normally too sleepy; I never read as much as I'd like to. I fall asleep immediately and without realizing, I do not lie awake at all.
Repeat, for the past month.
This is how I live my life now, and I fucking love it. I feel so on top of things and massively in control. I feel like I'm living at maximum potential, a real fucking superman. I am the happiest and most fulfilled I have been in my life. I probably won't be able to keep it up, and will crash at one point; but I have been giving myself rest days and not being too hard on myself when I fail, so getting back on the horse won't be hard.
I would like to hear, from Vanguards and Endorsed Contributors, their own accounts of their Ubermensch days in the comments. I'm sure some of you operate so much better than I do, and I'm genuinely interested in what kind of people you are.
Hopefully this post has given you a taste of what it is like to be a Higher Man and the philosophy and mindset needed, and hopefully, along with the methods I set out, you are inspired and able to emulate this mindset and in your own lives. We all have the capability to do so, we just need a push to become the best we can be, super fucking human.
I think back to my father, and how much he achieved in his life before dying. Did he win The Game of Life? Was he just a loser who died too early and fucked it up for his kids?
My dad grew up on a farm in a third world country, they shat in holes and had a well for water. My dad had to live through communism. He hiked to school across a mountain every day, and got himself a place at university, and then the army as an engineer. He found himself a beautiful but BDP girl, and had a kid with her, but she stillbirthed.So they tried again and had me. Eventually the communism and the war was getting too much, so he smuggled himself out of the country and into the UK. He didn't get caught. The dude, with an engineering degree, cleaned toilets and sold furniture while earning his accounting qualifications; and brought his family over. He moved them from a shithole flat in an immigrant-crime neighborhood to a rented house in a quiet town, to eventually, saving up the money for a deposit on a real house. Then he got cancer.
My father lived two lives, surviving poverty and communism and rising high in the ranks, and then starting from scratch in a foreign country and still fucking bossing it, his climbing speed was tremendous, almost exponential.
I was always so baffled by my father during the last few weeks of his life; he was so chill, so accepting, so stoic. I couldn't understand why, the dude was collapsing into death. But now I get it.
He was a winner, through and through, and he knew it. He knew that he achieved tremendously in his life, and that his kids would turn out great. My dad died with a smile on his face.