TL;DR: Live life for you, because it can be taken away from you in an instant.

For my entire 29 years of living, I've been a blue pill. I proudly considered myself a feminist. I considered women to be equal to men, quite literally the same as men in terms of not just rights, but thinking. I looked at men who pick up women as slimy and sleazy. I called them "bros." I wasn't like them - I was different. I was better, I thought. They just wanted sex; I treated with women with respect, I valued them. Blue Pill beta, through and through.

When I vistied the TRP for the first time, I read the top posts. Some of the stories on there shook me to the core. After that, I began reading the sidebar. I came to TRP with full intentions of scoffing, laughing, and leaving. That is not what happened. Instead, I found that I identified with nearly everything that I was reading. Though reluctant to believe it, I continued reading. The more I read, the more I came convinced.

Last Tuesday, I suddenly and abruptly experienced the worst chest pain I've ever had in my life. While clutching my chest, my only words were - what the hell is happening to me? Imagine a wooden block with nails through it pressing down on the inside of your chest - that was the pain I felt. My left arm went numb. My left leg went numb.

An ambulance came and took my vitals and immediately ruled out a heart attack. In the E.R. they did an EKG, and the nurse asked me a ton of questions about diet, exercise, recent travel, family history, etc. There was waiting. Lots of waiting. Hours passed. They eventually took me away for a CAT scan. Another hour of waiting in the E.R., then the doctor came in to see me.

"Any idea what caused the pain?" I asked.

"Yes, we actually found a blood clot in your lung. Also called a pulmonary embolism."

I was stunned.

"What would have caused that?" I asked.

"We're not sure yet, but it's a good thing you came in. The consequences can be devastating."

I looked at him. "And when you say devastating, you mean..."

"Fatal," he interrupted.

He was right. A week laid up gives one plenty of time to research. There are around 200-600,000 cases of pulmonary embolisms in the US per year. One third are fatal. Often the cause is easy to pinpoint. I've been out of the hospital since Tuesday, and there's still no known reason as to why or how the blood clot formed. I'm an active runner, 5-15 miles per week. I eat healthy. I am fit. I do not travel. There is no family history of sudden death or blood clots.

A week laid up, visitors came in went. I passed the time watching CNBC (fin. advisor for a living), browsing reddit during the day.
At night, I always hopped on TRP. The more I read, the more I became convinced of the lie of feminism, and the value of being a man. I found a reason to live for myself. TRP was my sanctuary.

Over the past ten days, I've learned more about women TRP than I have my entire life. I'm finally seeing reality for what it is, and I never even knew I was asleep! And worst of all, I almost died before I unplugged.

I don't know where this new road will take me, but I'm happy to be on it. I'm happy TRP is here and for its contributors that serve as guides to us, the recently unplugged.

To my fellow men out there: life is too short to not get what you want. It can end abruptly, without notice, without fairness. Use the time you have. Today. Now. Get out there and claim what's yours. Accomplish what you dream of doing.