The world is a competition. Every second of every day, someone’s taking what could have been yours. Every dollar, every girl, every opportunity—someone like me is out here taking it while you sit around whining about life being unfair. I came from nothing, built everything myself, and I look at people who had more than I did and still failed. You had food, you had support, and you still lost? What does that say about you? If I, with all the struggle, still made it, then what’s your excuse?The elites don’t care about you. You think they sit around feeling bad for the poor? No. They see you as weak. Because weakness is a choice. You’re in a war, and most don’t even realize it. Walking around eating croissants, scrolling your phone, wasting time while people like me are out here grinding, outworking you in every way. And then you wonder why life feels unfair. You’re not in the game. You don’t even know the game exists.And that’s the truth—this isn’t about fairness, feelings, or some fake idea of happiness. It’s about winning. You either win, or you lose. That’s it. And the losers? They talk about being humble, they talk about fairness, they talk about excuses. Winners don’t talk. Winners take. And if you’re not willing to take, if you’re not willing to outwork every man around you, then you deserve exactly what you have—nothing-