What is "making it" for you?
Why do you lift?
For pussy?
For money?
For recognition?
Has anyone actually reported back after "making it"?
Has anyone "arrived"?
Or does what they seek elude them forever until one day they expire?
I lift for a beautiful death.
I wish for undying fame among mortals. I wish to strike at the gods with an arm of bronze and join their company.
Picrel.
Working on two statues out of concrete and a podium in the middle to meditate on.
Only in the design faze now.
That's awesome anon. Don't forget to meditate while you work.
Making it means normies fearfully respect me by my presence alone. It won't be easy at 5'9", but I'll manage.
I lift because I have an insatiable muscle fetish and want to look as hyper muscular as possible. Only problem? Not on roids currently
You make it once you leave here permanently
It’s kinda sad in a way
Years ago, I made a promise. Being an agent of justice is my purpose.
Can I join your vigilante group, anon?
Forge your own path, brother. If you have aspirations of something else for your future -- a wife and kids, a career, another personal goal -- make those into the way you serve your community. If you have not abandoned those elements, I cannot encourage you to follow.
Thank you brother, wise words. I wish you the best
I look up to men like yourself. Good luck, night wanderer
that homosexual poster you look up to cant even look women in the eye when speaking, you think they have any chance of defending you in a dark alley
My friend (rip) wrote the following:
It’s a superposition.
It flickers back and forth between particle and wave.
A man’s life is worth only that which he demands; it’s his alone. That’s the particle. A radical individualist places himself above all other concerns. This leads to selfishness and grandeur both. Great men can rise above the crowd with this philosophy. Terrible men can wreck it all.
The wave -conversely- is when you realize each individual is part of a whole and must serve as part of that whole because we are a ‘eusocial’ species. We are so intrinsically social (only 11 species on earth are like humans this way) that we cannot truly escape social behavior. Our values are often social by nature (the seeking of status is social not individual; love is a social phenomenon) and we blindly seek them out not even aware that a truly “individualist” creature wouldn’t need status or love; honor or pride.
These things we see as individual desires only exist in relation to others and so even seemingly individual pride is actually how a man sees himself vis-á-vis the group; and group norms.
So a man flickers back and forth between individualism and hierarchy in the group and the more extreme the man (extreme individualist and extreme conscientiousness) the more he feels extreme righteousness and then massive anxiety in his positions.
Achilles is that extreme. He is both an extreme individualist and totally honor bound to the code of the Heroic (a group/social construct).
Hektor (as you do trenchantly pointed out) only sees duty in the group context; he totally ignores individual will or the philosophic construction of Trojan duty and what makes it up. He just does his “duty.”
Achilles questions everything. He is a brat but he’s a life-artist and a while a madman he’s also truly wedded to the idea of being great ‘within’ a social context: for his tribe.
But the life itself is worth almost nothing in some ways; everything in others. And truly the analysis is incomplete because I suspect this life isn’t even real: I suspect it is merely a test.
I think the ontological realm is waiting for us... and that makes it even more complex.
And what makes this even more ornate is the idea that maybe the next life is even more desolate and barren (as Achilles sees; and says so in The Odyssey). Or maybe we truly close our eyes and never see anything again. We don’t know. And that demands of us something: what is the purpose of THIS life? Anything? Everything?
My God! We don’t know and so I fall back on this: INSTINCT is GOD; CONSCIENCE is the Devil.
And the living up to my instincts is what makes my life worth something at all. True instinct is what forces the wave collapse: I react instantly and instinctively to my society. A good society gets a warm and noble man; a bad society gets a goddamn outlaw.
—-
“When Genghis Kahn invaded another city among the Muslims and threw their holy books into the square, emptying out the rooms that held sacred Korans, and installing his horses in them instead, he told the Imams that they were a sinful people.
“They asked how he dared say such things and he replied that if his enemies were not wicked why would God have made such a man as himself? ‘I am proof of God’s vengeance,’ he said as he killed everyone in the palace and watched as his mares fed on hay in their stalls,” the inmate said. He then added, “I follow instinct when I am at my best; my conscience is a mere trick of the devil.”
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This is quite a beautiful thought
"Making it" = achieving your goals, which you can never do because the moment you fulfill them you should have more lined up. If you are ever totally satisfied and not on your deathbed then you have not made it.
my gf is pregnant
sorry to hear that
hopefully you learn from this experience
it boils down to whatever the frick I want at the end of the day
to feel this level of flow at least once in my life and ideally cultivating to a daily thing
There isn't an end. That's the point.
Perfection isn't to be reached, but to be strived for.
i dont lift
away with you
Autism incoming...
I have an intense and long standing fascination with DIO. It's not quite sexual, though if I'm being honest, there is definitely some element of sexuality in this "DIO complex" I've developed. It's more like DIO embodies the concept of "majesty" in my mind. His attitude, mannerisms, body language, and overall aesthetic are all extremely beautiful to me for some reason. I also identify with the character deeply. I also lost my mother at a young age and it definitely destroys a piece of your soul. I have ways of working through it, but I will always possess an inner contempt for this disgusting world that killed my mother. In my darkest moments, I want to see it suffer. To lord over it and make it writhe and squirm. I know that's fricked to admit, but it's honestly how I feel sometimes. If I were to describe my rage in these moments with a shade of red, I'd go with ox blood. It is also mixed with a very self indulgent sadism that I admit is extremely demented. Honestly, you probably have to lose your mother as a child to truly understand the feeling I'm talking about. I recently learned that the "Dead Mother Complex" is an actual documented thing and I'm pretty sure I have a major one. Anyway, back to DIO...
He is my ideal to strive towards. I wish to emulate his beauty, charisma, and sheer presence. That is what "making it" would mean for me. To share in the majesty of DIO.
pussy and a good quality wife.
there is few things i care about in this world honestly. i dont care that I dont have a lot of friends, or is high status, make lots of money, that im not a celebrity or an athlete, but the one thing that bothers me to the core is that I am not banging the hottest chicks.
im gonna do everything in my power to increase my SMV, bang lots of chicks and then find a nice girl to have a family with, hopefully fricking off into the woods and starting a homestead. thats my plan.
making it is when I exterminate the human race
just keep lifting you sound like a homosexual
Making it means going from universally seen as low status and unattractive to high status and attractive, having the things that used to be unobtainable at your fingertips.
This is the story of Zyzz.
There is no more specific version.
Everyone's version is this fundamental arc with a coat of paint.
Any interpretation deviating from this fundamental entirely is wrong and gay.
>Financial stability
>Cool car
>Good home
>Good physique
>Great strength
>Activities I enjoy
>A beautiful loving wife
>Many healthy children
>A loving memory that will give strength and faith to them for as long as they live after me, and a clean conscience to face the Lord with
I couldn't be asking for more, but I'm going to make it. WAGMI.
When I say "It is raining", what is the 'it' in the statement?
Rain is raining? Weather is raining? Clouds is raining (incorrect grammar)?
Final repill is that 'making it' requires you being at least someone what successful in a wide variety aspects of life. Only by being wholistic and well rounded can one truly make it. Hyper focusing on one specific niche, like lifting is just setting oneself up for failure. Instead of being just a loser, you'll be a jacked loser.
I feel like I'm living proof of that. I mog 90% of normies but I still feel like I haven't developed at all past my teenage years in certain aspects. My advice to other anons, which is going to be ironic coming from a lifting board, but a lot of you would do well do dial back the lifting actually, or at the very least not obsess about it. At least that's what I'm doing. I'll probably dial back my lifting to 3, maybe 4, days a week, and spend the rest on getting an active social hobby so I can work on some social gains. Maybe rock climbing or BJJ, idk yet.
You're very much correct, anon. Now I want to focus on making money. I'm fricking broke, my family is broke and I've been doing manual work to survive since after high school. But WAGMI.
Vaya con Dios compadre.
>WAGMI? Make WHAT exactly?
You are clearly, unironically, never going to make it
I've already made it by every metric commonly discussed on this board homosexual.
>What is "making it" for you?
To live life by my own rules, answer to as few people as humanly possible, in a body I am happy with.
>Why do you lift?
>For pussy?
Yes - my girlfriend is into fitness(dick in her ass) and I want to be, feel and look confident for her, as she does for me.
>For money?
Outside of modeling or influencer shit, being IST is not directly related to money. Being tall makes you statistically more likely to be in positions of power and income, and deferred to in the workplace. I am both, fortunately.
>For recognition?
Of course, being fit is a status symbol. See Arnolds 'you can't buy it' speech, or the fact the Tyler Burden gets posted here once a day despite coming out before many anons were born.
>Has anyone actually reported back after "making it"?
I made it and kind of just forgot about IST for a time. I used to post on misc too, kind of gave up. I'm back now and can confirm it's rare to find good info here; it is entertaining though.
>Has anyone "arrived"?
I 'made it' according to goals I set five years ago. In five years I hope to make it according to my new ones.
>Or does what they seek elude them forever until one day they expire?
Ideally yes, to progress is to live
>I lift for a beautiful death.
I've killed people in wartime ten years ago - dying is never dignified or beautiful. They all piss/shit themselves. Lift for a beautiful life instead.
Good response, and cheers to being tall and respected. A beautiful life is indeed a worthy ideal. Maybe a beautiful death is one on my terms. I lift for the clarity that my last rep gives me. I lift for the euphoria of pushing past a previous limit as an end in itself. I lift for all that is beautiful, for which the annihilation of the ugly and the botched is necessary. I lift for when my muscles scream and all my focus is on those last couple of inches while my arms threaten to give out. I lift because in that moment I transcend fake things like time and death and step outside of this world of illusion.
I'm married with kids, besides my family, life is just bullshit to me. I'm not saying I don't care about other things, I just don't get stressed out by autistic shit like I used to.
I lift for health, so that I can be and feel my best for as long as humanly possible.