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"𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅. 𝗦𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿." — 𝗢𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲.

I just came across a delightful painting from 1910. Titled "Bicycle Race", it was created by the French artist Albert Joseph Pénot.

A voluptuous woman, scantily dressed, with a well-rounded, shapely backside, is being chased by a group of men…

The same things that would motivate a man in 1910 still work to grab attention in 2024.

We are still, as a species, mere dogs chasing a bone. The same deeply rooted biological impulses control us, guide our minds, our eyes, and direct our life choices.

Some of us think we have "evolved," but how foolish and naïve is that?

There’s even a term called “Rubenesque beauty” to describe the type of voluptuous women the Belgian painter Peter Paul Rubens used to depict.

He was notoriously enamored with “big-bottomed girls,” and this man lived in the late 1500s to early 1600s… He would have died of a heart attack if he had lived in the current era and encountered the Panicats, Anitta, or one of the Kardashians.

He likely owed his long life to the fact that the Brazilian butt lift hadn’t been invented yet…

We think we’ve changed, we think we’re so advanced, so visionary as a species.

And in some ways, perhaps we are. But we’re also the same old lustful creatures our ancestors were.

We talk about the “wisdom of the ages” and the sages of yore… and they were just as "lustful" as we are.

Today, with current studies, we know what drives us.

And we can manage these impulses in a more balanced and rational way.

Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend! If this message helped you in any way, consider leaving your “🥃” cup as a token of gratitude. A toast to our family!

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Salute 🍷

"Nothing makes a man more bitter

than realizing he is growing old

without any progress in life."

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All those who fall into the fallacy that youth is the best time to have fun later find themselves without options and are forced by necessity to build.

The problem is that, in maturity, they no longer have the same energy and vigor of youth. Now, while most enjoy a quiet life, they are condemned to pay the price, literally dragging themselves into an unhappy job with a weakened body, paying the debt of a life of excess.

Young people, listen: use the 18-29 years phase to build. Take advantage of your energy, testosterone, and ambition to study and work on a side project alongside your full-time job. Go against the tide. You will sacrifice nights, weekends, and some friendships, but in the end, it will all be worth it. The lonely path will later be populated with all kinds of company; then it will be up to you to decide who stays or who leaves. Remember who was with you at the beginning.

If you want to have something in life, you will have to work for it. Relentlessly, in the right direction. Don’t feel sorry for yourself — the world won’t. "But what about my health, my mental well-being?" You didn’t seem worried when you were up all night burning brain cells and wasting vitality on alcohol and other damned substances! Know your limits. There are plenty of idle men who suffer from all kinds of illnesses; the difference is that they can’t pay for a comfortable bed and effective treatment.

The 30-45 years phase is the best time to manage — you have experience, wisdom — use it wisely. This also means that if you’ve reached this age, your life is not lost. You will have to pay the price with the burdens of time on your shoulders. It will be painful, but glory will come and it will have a sweet taste. Don’t waste any more time complaining. Today, you are younger than you will be tomorrow. Make your life worth something.

Stay healthy, strive for success.

I wish to see you all well. May God be with you.

Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!

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"The weak see solitude

as a punishment, while the strong,

as a toast for reflection."

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At some point in your life, someone tried to control you by using solitude as punishment.

You were probably excluded from a group of friends for not bending to their whims, or you were met with cold treatment followed by temporary withdrawal, for not yielding to the tantrum of an upset spouse.

To my son, I would give this precious advice: before getting involved with anyone, learn first to be alone.

But he would only understand the harshness of these words after returning battered for committing himself to someone.

Or rather: for committing to the expectation of what that someone would be.

Then, he would never again be tortured by ideas. Blackmail would have no effect. Threats would wither away in poison. And if anyone tried to rein his mind, saying, “The day I decide to leave, you’ll be alone forever,” his knees would no longer bend, but his smile would grow, in an internal response:

“What was once fear is now the solution. Solitude is the womb from which I came and the mansion where I return. It’s where I rest and rebirth. Ministry of my strength. Nursery of my reflections. If I’m wrong, I remake myself there. But if what’s done to me is unjust, I find my balm in this time alone!

Thus, one learns that anyone who possesses an unrestricted portion of themselves, and is the master of their own freedom, will not fear exile or desert, for they will never be alone and no one can dictate their worth.

Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!

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"My father didn't tell me how to live.

He survived, and left me

watching him do so."

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My father used to say he wouldn't leave a single penny to his children when he passed.

“Half will go to your mother, and the other half to charity.”

That was fine with us.

The estate, though not large, was enough to stir discord if surrounded by people raised differently — I’ve seen families fight and break apart over much less.

But for my sister and me, it didn’t matter. We understood what our patriarch wanted us to do, and just like him, we started from scratch, fighting without objections.

I can say it wasn’t easy. We started early and worked as if we had nothing to eat and nowhere to live, even though there was always a full table and a soft bed waiting for us every night.

The value of hard work was the best inheritance my father left. We learned never to depend on anything and always to go after what we needed.

When this admirable man rested, he surprised everyone by doing the opposite of what he had said, dividing the assets between the three of us.

Certainly, he trusted the children he had raised. That estate never belonged to us, and without delay, we donated it to various hospitals and institutions.

In doing so, we discovered that character also came as part of the fortune.

Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!

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This looks like sma scene from batman movie. 😳

Praying for the people of LA 🍷

"Survive a day in the shoes of our grandparents?

Few could."

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Your ancestors worked seven days a week under the scorching sun and biting cold.

Yet, you can't even work 40 hours a week in a climate-controlled room without complaining about how tired you are.

I know this sermon is not for everyone.

I know, in fact, that our minds cannot truly grasp the suffering that flowed from the wounds of the past.

Did they complain? I know they did not give up.

But it’s common to see young people now abandoning their first day of work halfway through, without even finishing their shift; an ungrateful act that only finds support in the stability built by the blood of others.

We should not regress, without reason, to the past sufferings; but to not dedicate ourselves to anything? What kind of progress is that? We’ve been entrusted with a burden, lighter than before and heavier than what will be handed down; let us carry our part with dignity, perpetuating prosperity within our family.

“Work ennobles man” — let your example of effort stand out in your time, educating those who will come tomorrow against slackness and ingratitude. However, being recognized as the one who ruined the progress of generations is the greatest dishonor and should be feared as much as death.

Do not allow yourself to soften for anything. Always carry with respect the sacrifices your parents made for you, and do not dishonor their memories. When you think of surrendering, push forward against that treacherous will, saying “this is nothing!” And, with satisfaction, you will notice how laziness fades, but glory remains. However, surrender just once, just once, and you will see how endless this path of whining is; soon, you will also be complaining about your free time, and nothing will be useful or worth it — a reflection of yourself.

Thank you for reading until the end, dear friend!

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#Introduction

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Me 🍷

"If you don’t want a broke man,

you’ll have to endure a busy man. "

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I was in this before I was with you.

You liked what you saw when you looked.

My time hasn’t always been my own,

but with it, I’ve been building good times for us.

Have I failed as who?

I’ve never tried to be anything less than what I said I’d be.

Once again, I won’t sleep until this night becomes day,

and it’s quite likely I won’t go to bed until this day turns to night.

So try to entertain yourself with your new attempts;

I left a bit of ambition for you in the fridge.

I will obviously miss what was missing,

but remember, I never failed to deliver what I promised.

You liked what you saw when you looked

to the future,

but my present is to leave you with the remnants of what we could have

shared.

You liked what you saw in the beginning,

and maybe you won’t see me anymore after

finishing this letter.

An open letter that should’ve been a

note of vows or “be back soon,”

but instead became this declaration

of “farewell.”

Of a time that could’ve been ours if you hadn’t wanted it all for yourself,

for a success that was so near if you hadn’t wanted it so far from you.

I did what I could until I couldn’t anymore.

My time is up.

This is the suicide letter

of a love you helped kill.

Thank you for reading this far, dear friend!

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Ascolta bene! When success knocks on your door, let it in and close the curtains. Do not share your triumphs, especially with old acquaintances. Most people cannot bear to see someone who started in the same trenches, on the same dusty streets, have the courage to fight and win, while they drowned in mediocrity and stagnation.

Davvero, a man's success is an affront to those who chose inertia. Every achievement of yours is a bitter reminder of what they could have been but never will be. They will not see you as an inspiration but as a traitor, a deserter from the club of the defeated. To them, your victory is a personal insult because it exposes the lie they tell themselves every day: that life is unfair and failure is inevitable.

So, amico mio, keep quiet. Work in the dark, celebrate silently. Do not give them the opportunity to turn your victory into envy or your rise into intrigue. Those who truly matter do not need convincing; those who genuinely root for you already know your worth without hearing a word.

Do not try to show the world that you made it. And more importantly, remember that most people are not interested in your success but in finding a way to diminish it. For them, your achievements only serve one purpose — to justify their own failures or feed their insecurities. Do not give them that gift. Protect your peace, preserve your life, and let your actions speak for themselves. In the end, true respect does not need fanfare, and envy cannot withstand silence.

Success is like gold; the more you display it, the more thieves you attract. Be discreet but firm. And above all, never forget: true allies will celebrate with you in silence; false ones will try to destroy you in the shadows.

Thank you for reading this far, dear friend!

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