Guys, I need you to come back down to earth.
I’m serious, guys.
Shut down all that elite party bullshit.
Home.
Family.
Friends.
Loved ones.
Nature.
That’s it.
I need you to remember what real joy actually feels like.
Your nervous systems are overloaded, guys.
Yeah, constantly pushing higher is exciting…
But that’s not really what we need.
Put that energy into hobbies.
Less business.
More hobbies.
Sit down.
Swear it out if you need to.
And start building your own damn boat.
Go try different classes.
Different activities.
Guys, I need us to remember that we actually used to love shooting bows and riding bikes…
The adult?
Yeah, he’s full.
Not just full — he’s sick from it, like he’s eaten so much he might throw up.
So now it’s about the inner child, okay?
The little alpha.
The little alpha doesn’t need much.
It’s a great bonus that the adult has money and can afford good things for his hobbies.
But the main thing, guys — is the hobbies.
Because my dear boys… this is so important.
You know what they say — when you study the darkness,
the darkness starts studying you back.
I’m afraid the game stopped being fair a long time ago.
At the beginning, the alpha had pure, honest intentions.
Hollywood just wanted to create something… to bring people joy.
The alpha wanted to make money so his mom would stop crying…
To buy his father the car he always dreamed of.
You get it?
The goals were light in the beginning.
But then the game fell into the wrong hands.
The little alpha just wants to sit down with his mom and dad
and say:
“Mom, Dad… you know what…
you’re gonna be so surprised.”
He’s proud of himself.
He’s done something huge.
Dad looks up from the bills.
Mom looks at her son.
“I have money now.”
“Really, son?”
“Yeah, Mom… a lot.”
The father smiles.
He’s proud of his son.
You understand, guys?
Even if the father himself is a shark,
there’s something special about knowing your kids rose up —
that they became powerful… that they became a force.
And it would be a perfect evening.
Everyone smiling. Laughing.
“Damn, look at that suit!”
“Wait… that’s your car?!”
“No way… that’s yours?!”
Everyone starts taking pictures with the alpha.
“You’ve actually been to the Maldives?!”
“No way.”
“Nah.” — the alpha just shows his phone.
And the guys are just standing there in shock.
Just think about it…
Teenagers.
Or even younger.
Ten-year-old boys.
They all dream —
“I’ll have a yacht like that.”
It’s all just talk.
“I’ll buy a house like this… no, like that…”
And now what?
Now live with it — the alpha has everything.
Damn, there’s so much money you could practically wipe with it.
And you can still make more… and more… and more…
But don’t you feel like happiness isn’t really increasing?
Guys…
Because now the money starts demanding that the alpha keeps working.
It played innocent.
And when there was enough…
And then more than enough…
it started to push harder.
The devil whispers:
“Come on, work… we need more, more, more…”
And now that guy —
who just wanted a cool TV and a car…
to show off to his friends…
to help his mom…
to make his father proud…
Does he need drugs?
Prostitutes?
The elite?
Some ridiculously expensive, useless toys?
Or is it the money that needs all that?
Money wants the alpha to stay on the leash.
The alpha tries to climb out.
He’s not a bad guy.
He doesn’t want to turn into someone bad.
But the money doesn’t want to take its monkey off the leash.
They trained him for so long…
“No, no, come on, boy — keep going.
More work. More.
Look at that yacht.
Hey, did you see Ernie’s new house?
Damn… that’s something.
You heard who he signed with?
Yeah… that man understands real money.”
And now the alpha starts feeling uneasy.
He wants the dose again.
Another hit, another fix.
Because there’s no other lever left.
His wife doesn’t excite him anymore.
The kids don’t really move him either.
But new money…
new conquests…
Oh — that’s where he feels alive.
“What’s the problem?
I’ll just prove it one more time —
that I can, that I’m strong.
It’s just a game.
Just fun… right?”
And meanwhile, time passes.
The kids grow up without their father.
The wife starts thinking more and more about divorce.
But the monkey stays on the leash.
Go spend time in nature?
The alpha’s not some old man.
Read books?
Boring. Besides, everything’s digital anyway.
Mm-hmm.
Spend time with kids, with family?
Boring.
Wouldn’t it be better to be at a party right now?
Yeah.
Exactly.
Alpha…
That pull is there.
Another dose.
More dopamine.
Dopamine from money works like killing a mammoth —
it hits hard.
The body gives you a massive hit of dopamine so you know:
you did good. You saved the tribe.
That used to be necessary for survival.
Ages ago.
Now it’s simpler.
The mammoth is served in a restaurant.
The alpha just pays well for it.
So tell me —
What kind of dopamine from family time
can even compete with a new business peak?
None.
And when the body gets used to that level —
the dose has to go up.
More.
More.
More.
Everything starts to feel dull.
Grey.
Flat.
The beast wants more.
Money hangs a banana on a string in front of you:
“Dance, little monkey,
if you want it.”
Dance.
Dance.
The problem with achievements — easy dopamine.
On one hand, it’s an achievement.
On the other —
the dopamine hit is huge…
but short-lived.
Very short-lived.
Especially noticeable when you’re alone.
The alpha celebrates.
Fine.
And tomorrow —
a new day, new peaks.
And in a week, no one even remembers
how incredible it felt to reach it.
And let’s not forget about low awareness.
The alpha is always on his phone.
He doesn’t really reflect.
If he’s bored —
he works.
Or parties.
Neither of those really gives you anything deeper.
But…
that’s what he’s used to.
And it seems fine.
Plus, business is always
a very convenient excuse.
The alpha knows he could deal with the issue with his wife —
the one that keeps bothering him.
But he brushes it off.
“Not now.”
“Later.”
And time passes.
Passes.
Passes.
Year after year.
The kids grow older.
The wife grows more distant.
And the alpha keeps brushing it off.
It worked before —
so it must be fine now.
Everything just keeps running on autopilot.
Guys…
We need to face the facts.
Of course —
this is a sharp shift.
Your eyes will literally start to pop out
if you spend even an hour in nature without your phone.
Your hands will start shaking —
you won’t believe it.
Because you need the dose.
Your body goes into withdrawal:
“Where’s the dopamine?
Where is it?
Give me more.
Now.
More.”
The alpha will start shaking.
But there’s no other way, guys.
You have to take Money off your throat
and say,
“Listen to me carefully.
Go to hell.”
At first, Money will try to cling to you.
Then it will bare its teeth.
And finally, the snake will flare its hood.
The cobra will spread —
and we’ll very quickly understand
who’s really on our side
and who’s been injecting poison while we slept.
Guys…
The party hasn’t been fun for a long time.
A long time.
I don’t want to say this out loud…
but there’s no other way.
I’m giving a direct order —
bring yourselves back into alignment the way I’m telling you.
I will push with my energy
until you come back into alignment.
Closer to the ground.
Cut off everything excessive.
This shouldn’t be like this.
A normal home.
Non-toxic relatives.
Your own people.
Real ones.
People.
And speaking of that…
Take a deep breath.
Because everyone is exhausted.
It’s heavy.
This therapy needs to end.
Relatives. Friends.
They’ll drop off fast, guys.
A couple of times we refuse
those VIP, super VIP, ultra VIP invitations —
and people will start looking at you sideways.
Then they’ll call you strange…
and that’s how it starts.
And at some point, in the silence,
you’ll notice —
one friend calls
even when you don’t.
Your mom.
Sometimes your father —
just to check if you’re still alive.
Or to tell you
that he might be dying.
So here’s the truth, guys…
People want the party.
They want the fun version of the alpha.
They don’t care
what’s going on inside him.
What he’s struggling with.
They don’t care.
“You drinking?”
That’s it.
And relatives aren’t much better.
Some of them are so rotten
it makes you want to howl.
Those — cut them out.
Immediately. No analysis.
If they truly love you,
they’ll call even without the money.
If they don’t —
you already know the answer, alpha.
And so on…
We clear everyone out
except the ones who actually care.
Is it fun?
No.
No.
No.
It’s fucking sad.
Not a single one of them will call.
No one will text.
They don’t care.
That’s why I’m telling you —
people are the only real resource.
People.
Family.
Children.
That’s what matters, guys.
Remember, guys…
when I told you —
well… not even told you,
I showed you —
“Just go spend a Sunday with your boys.
Just let loose.”
And the vacation?
Remember that, guys?
Damn… that was so good.
Right?
And that doesn’t fade in a week.
No.
Those are real, living memories.
We go back to them in our heads.
We relive them.
We feel them again.
“Damn… that was so good.”
That’s real dopamine.
Clean.
Guys…
So let’s do it already.
Get yourselves back in line.
Everything extra —
cut it off, give it away,
throw it out, shove it somewhere, I don’t care —
just get rid of it.
Not the right people.
Not the right clothes.
Not the right cars.
Yachts.
Stuff.
All of that — throw it out.
You don’t need that much.
Keep what’s yours.
What you love.
What’s real.
You know how it is —
If I asked you:
“Alpha, your house is on fire.
What do you take with you?”
You already know the answer.
It comes up instantly.
Which means everything else —
is just garbage.
Throw it all out.
All of it.
Guys…
I guarantee you —
you have never breathed like this before.
It will hit you. Hard.
Projects.
Money — clean money.
People.
Everything will start flowing differently.
Everything will become real.
The illusion will fall away.
And the alpha will finally breathe.
Guys…
About business.
Get it all in order.
But not the way you’ve been doing it.
No more quantity, guys.
Now it’s about quality.
We need a business built on solid foundations.
I want you to work
and surround yourselves with real people.
Get rid of the dead weight —
fire them, replace them.
Guys…
We need a reliable business.
A business where people actually matter.
Where there’s respect and value for your own people.
Let’s build business properly.
With dignity.
Now — family.
We need to deal with that too.
If there’s love —
go to therapy.
If not —
divorce.
And stay on your own.
Stop digging around in the mess.
Fix it, alpha.
With the kids — it’s clear.
Be a real father.
Nothing is more important than family.
Nothing.
Now we build the business from the ground up,
not just upward growth.
There’s already enough money.
Enough.
Now it’s about family.
Children.
Guys…
If you still feel that tight knot in your chest —
look at your own ending.
This is the alpha’s death.
And what?
Did the business come with you?
How fast did it fall apart?
Who the hell needs all those cars
and all that useless stuff now…
if the kids don’t come?
if the wife doesn’t show up?
Who will even remember the alpha?
The kids will —
because they remember
he was always at work…
and when he was with them,
he was always on his phone.
There was no father.
There’s your party.
You like it?
Exactly.
Kids are the most important thing in life.
Everything is for them.
Rebuild the business properly.
Everything goes into family.
Into people.
Into your real people.
Everything else is junk.
Decoration.
Empty shine.
And about Wednesday…
Guys…
Let’s take a step
toward the inner little alpha.
Hm? Guys?
You won’t say no to me, right?
Guys…
Please.
Let’s support the little boy.
Let’s hold him close.
Okay?
Guys, I didn’t check this post twice —
I can’t recharge it a second time.
So it’s coming out as a live stream of thought.
Emarosa — Stay
Fully charged.
It’s all for the inner child.
Guys, I’m all about dancing right now —
so go dance.
Messy.
Awkward.
Like little boys do.
From the heart.
Like the sweetest little ones…
Oops.
Strong.
Of course.
Please, guys…
for me, okay?
I know you won’t let me down,
my dear boys.
And guys… you know how proud I am of you, don’t you?