Post: #1

Hi guys.

I tought about this thread because very often I complain to myself about some trivialities in life (see my previous post in the Forum Lounge when I was drunk ) but I also do realize after I cool down that I have to be thankful for a handful of reasons.
I looked for similar threads but could not find them.


So I will start by being thankful about many things.


- First, for being still alive.

- For being a man.

- For maybe not being tall dark and handsome, but being able to control to some extent at least my destiny (lifting, reading, listening, thinking)

- For getting the chance to read the interesting and really pertinent contributions of this forum's members. I could probably share a drink with most the people here (except for those who see me as a muslim first instead of another redpiller).

- For having enough objectivity to at least listen to people who disagree with me, whether it's about life choices, feminism, education, religion etc -like Handsome Creepy Eel, Samseau, AnabasisToDesta, IRL people etc, and not be just a SJW crybaby.

- For improving for a bit my game, and making some gains in the gym since I started!!

Your turn

Post: #2

I'm thankful for Roosh and the forum

Numerous times I have been eating lunch or having coffee with some truly amazing guys from the forum and someone will mention the forum or Roosh and I usually chime in with "Well if it wasn't for Roosh and the forum I would certainly not be sitting in _____ city in ______ country and having lunch with you blokes" An they all say the same thing.

Had you told me about this lifestyle before I found the forum I would not believe it. However now I am living it. I actually just got a text from a forum member I met in Colombia saying he is planning on coming here to Ukraine an meeting me and kicking it for a few weeks. Just today me and another forum member booked a two room apartment here in Ukraine for next month.

Life is good, thanks Roosh

Post: #3

I am thankful for being able to share my ideas regarding various aspects of life on this forum.

I am also thankful for being born into a nice lifestyle with a good family and an overall pretty good hand of cards.

Post: #4

Man, I could write an essay on what I'm grateful for. Not because I'm some remarkably accomplished guy at the moment, but because I've recently made it a habit to be thankful for the little things.

Besides the basics like food and shelter, I'm grateful for speaking English when it's not my first language. For being able to read and learn, unfortunately many don't have that privilege. For being in good health. For the wisdom I've received from certain men who shared a bit of their valuable time with me, not expecting anything in return.

Good friends and family.

Hundreds of great experiences.

Being able to define my future to a great degree; this was never the case for most throughout human history.

Having loved and been loved.

My childhood.

Finding this forum and meeting many cool guys from here.

I could go on forever. These are just some quick thoughts.

Post: #5

Quote:Being able to define my future to a great degree; this was never the case for most throughout human history.

This ^

- Being of sound mind, health, and having all 4 limbs intact

- My parents, siblings, friends

- The ancestral farm still owned by my family

- RVF for being an enclave of like minded men.

Post: #6

I'm thankful:
- For having swallowed the red pill
- For having my basic needs covered
- For having learned English through self-learning, almost 2 decades ago (Spanish is my primary language)
- For belonging to this forum and fine tuning my game, language and other skills thanks to minded men like me
- For having a stable family and having both of my parents alive.
- For being an Intelligent man (By the way, I don't know my true IQ yet )
- For being tall and good looking (I don't consider myself extremely handsome)
- With Roosh, Quintus Curtius and the rest of guys here for opening my eyes about many issues, specially the dark side of Hollywood.
- With Oneeydjack for gifting me the gold membership (I don't know what I've done to deserve the honor of having gold)
- With God because of the blessings I've received during many years.

And finally, I'm proud to be born as a man.

Post: #7

I'm thankful for knowing and learning about all this stuff in my 20's instead of my 50's.

Post: #8

Being born a male citizen of the United States of America.

Post: #9

I was thinking about this very thing today.

I had always thought I was the 'slacker' sort.
But. By the time I was 18, I had travelled abroad, played in several rock bands, road tripped out west, etc.
My 20's continued in the same vein -- been to 45 out of 50 states, helped put out a literary fanzine, played in more bands (& enjoying the notches that come with) and won't name-drop (though I could), cranked out hundreds of posters/graphic design projects, self-taught learning cyrillic/katakana transliteration, known fucking beautiful women, etc.
Some things in our brief life can be attributed to luck -- others to perseverance.
I'm an old man -- just turned 49; sounds cheesy, but I just want to 'pay it forward' -- never had an official
'mentor' but seeing how fucking pussified today's 20-somethings are up-talking pansies (I blame the parents, not the kids), I want to pass the torch to someone who wants it. And in this case, wanting it = self-improvement.

This is the Anti-Oprah.
Oprah = Love who you already are.
vs.
Red Pill = Self-Improvement.

I raise a glass to both Roosh and Quintus for trying to re-instill these values, timeless, yet fading before us.

What can you pass on to your proverbial sons to maintain a robust sense of self, if not a healthy and strong mindset for the entire family to persevere in the face of a system that prefers you to be a dependent?

Post: #10

I'm very thankful to be able to make the decisions I can make right now, without suffering greatly.

To say no to what I know is not good to me.

To not have to compromise what I am just to survive.

To turn away what I know are bad deals, knowing I can scramble my way to better ones, even though my emotions want to drag me down.

Post: #11

I am thankful for the earth. That there is so much variety and amazing places and cultures and opportunities that fit me, that I can enjoy and be happy in. All of them within my reach.

I am thankful for the amazing experiences and memories I have had since I booked that first flight. It wiped my desperation and depression clean away in one sweep. I am so grateful that the world had those experiences and that profound beauty to offer to me, and that I lived it. It was like a dream but it really happened.

Post: #12

I am thankful for:

- The strong father figure that was given to me
- My body that has no debilitating elements or missing parts
- The men that got out of the Matrix
- Having discovered the red pill, even late
- The sexual drive and hunger for life and success that burns inside me
- The family that was given to me and the friends that I have chosen

Post: #13

I am thankful for:

- having a healthy body and a sharp mind. Some of my family members are severely ill, and their condition serves me as the best possible motivator to exercise regularly and eat right;
- having discovered manosphere and the game, and also for having swallowed the red pill;
- having a well-paid job and a decent place to live, whereas many others aren't so fortunate;
- this forum, where one can share experiences and learn from great men who have their shit together;
- my crappy fatherless childhood. Without the pain and suffering I endured in my youth, I would never have become what I am now, and I would never have the desire to keep improving in the future;
- also, I'm thankful to my mother for not performing an abortion when my father suggested her to do so;
- being conservative, seeing the world for what it is and having a healthy set of life values.

Post: #14

I'm thankful for:

- being alive
- still being able to play guitar for a living (just scored a relatively lucrative steady gig for the rest of the year.)
- all the shit that happened in my past (the good, the bad and the weird)
- all the women who rejected me
- all the women who wanted me
- the manosphere & the red pill
- my father and his work ethic.

Post: #15

Somewhat of a double edged sword - if the internet had never been invented, I'd not be quite as learned or wise or 'street smart' as I am now (IE 'red-pill').

Yet without the internet, society would not be quite as demented as it is now...

Post: #16

(05-30-2016 07:46 AM)Mr. D Wrote:  - all the women who rejected me

Good call.

I'm thankful for some of my shortcomings with women. They were vital learning experiences that made me improve and get me to where I am today.

Post: #17

I am thankful for this and its ability to maintain world peace.

Post: #18

(05-30-2016 08:10 AM)Horus Wrote:  I am thankful for this and its ability to maintain world peace.

Even though they still use 8 inch floppy disks to run the program. (at least it's hacker proof...)

Post: #19

I'm thankful for all the high-brow Wisconsin beer-haters on the forum here who don't understand that Minnesota beer, even the blue-collar stuff they practically give out for free at bars like Hamm's and Grain Belt premium, is the best in the world, the universe probably. Those are hard working man's beers.

Granted I don't mind a couple Leinies every once in a great while, but that's a summer fun in the sun kind of thing, tubing down rivers and fishing.

Post: #20

Happy Memorial Day, gentlemen. I will spend the day at a nearby National Cemetary.

Post: #21

Weird, I'm actually kind of thankful for going through my cancer adventure.

And my eye patch looks fucking awesome!

Post: #22

I'm thankful that no matter where I go there will always be those that are better than me.

Post: #23

I'm thankful for the intelligent, honest and though provoking discussions I can read and take part in here that are frequently lacking in real life.

Post: #24

Ever since I’ve read Mr. Lemons visceral description of him having a heart attack and the blunt, honest reasons he states why it had come to this the words stuck with me. For whatever reason. I did not know why until recently.

I am finishing up med school (thank God for that, it takes long enough) and am slowly starting to learn on how to swim within clinical situations. Real life clinical situations, where theories come to clash with practice and oh Lord how they clash in epical, comical, tragically fashion. But that is a story for another day.

I am being a bit disingenuous here as I’ve started doing my first clinical rounds a couple years ago. But my mind has changed since then.

In medicine our constant companion is death. Yet, funnily, we do not really acknowledge it. It is hard but please let me try to explain. Currently I’ve been learning ‘Allergology’, the studies centered around allergies (duh). Seems bland enough I thought to myself – you’ve got your hypersensitive reactions, your symptoms, clinical signs, standard procedures, standard drugs, yada – yada – yada. However I clearly remember a most mundane moment that engraved itself within my mind in vivid, clear memory.

It was a class about different types of allergies and one of the topics were insect allergies such as bodily overreactions towards insect poisons (i.e. when you are stung by a bee, wasp etc.). The death toll per year for a couple of countries such as Germany, Switzerland, Austria, U.S.A. is about 50 per year. That ’50 per year’ on the PowerPoint presentation was just one line. Three words. I’ve heard this line thousands of times before albeit in different forms – different diseases and different numbers. Usually much higher.

Yet – from every possible thing which could have lodged itself into my brain I particularly remember this one mundane fact.

So, what of it?

Why was this, I started to think because I could not shake it off. I thought about it constantly, even gotten shivers over it until it hit me.

We are so fragile. The human body, despite being championed as a miracle of God’s/Universe’s creation, is so, damn, fragile. All it takes is a bee sting, to which you have recently developed an allergy and still do not know it yet, when you are out in the middle of nowhere trying to enjoy Nature marvels and ‘poof’ – you are gone.

You, your memories, your past, your present, your future is gone. Your story has ended.

‘The death of one man is a tragedy; the death of millions is a statistic,’ by Stalin came to mind. In an interesting note I thought to myself – ‘Have we, as medical care workers, started thinking about our patients as robots which must be greased and fixed instead of human beings which must be treated and healed in order to preserve our own sanity? Is this our way to cope with ‘death’?’ I did not come to the answer of this question. Yet. But this, too, is a story for another day.

I’ve lost sleep over this not because I’ve gotten terrified but because I’ve gotten angry at myself: ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! You ungrateful son of a bitch! How many days have you wasted? Days? Fucking weeks, months, YEARS?! People are dying around the world in the most horrible or bland fashions trying to get a taste what has been shoved into your ungrateful ass since you were born. Fucking ingrate… promise me, promise yourself – never again will you waste time and never again will you be ungrateful.’

I’ve stopped shielding myself against the pain, agony and death of the patients I come into contact with. I let it wash over me, like I am standing in the middle of the sea and the tide comes. For many times it swallowed me into the depths and I thought I’d never be able to resurface again. But I swim back up. I force myself to, one stroke at a time. The feeling is… hard to describe – cleansing probably fits best.

It’s hard to put into words of another tongue the emotions I’ve felt crawling through my skin when I was in the middle of the room when a female patient was given the diagnosis of metastatic melanoma. T4N2M1 (T – tumor size, N – lymph node status and M – metastasis) which means the melanoma was big (but not on the skin, within the skin); it metastasized into the lymph nodes and into another organ. 5 – year survival rate? Less than 20% with heavy probability of relapse if ‘cured’. The woman was 40 years old. Looked good for the age and had no bigger health issues in her life. Sweet too and I came to like her.

Melanomas are sly and brutal fuckers. You see them, but do not recognize them. They look like brown melanin spots which you probably have a couple on yourself. Probably even in places you usually do not see or inspect, such as the back, or the back of your legs. This is what makes them deadly.

P.S. Please wear sunscreen! The sun’s rays are not to be trifled with, especially in the summer or if you live somewhere where it is always sunny. Even more so if you are one of the guys, like me, who have a lot of brown spots. The chance of getting melanoma (for us) is 5% and there is no need to raise it higher with UV rays. Wear 30+!

Many times when they are diagnosed it is already too late for a therapy option which could have cured you. For many patents medicine can only prolong life, but cannot save it. It’s a cruel fact I’ve come to accept. Prolongation (of agony?) instead of salvation. Cold, hard truth. The woman came into the clinic because of unspecific health issues the doctors could not figure out and then ‘boom’. Yes, ‘boom’ is all I saw on her face. Shock, void of emotion, pale, ghostly, terrifying.

I’ve become much grateful as a person. I’ve never lived in squalor and was given many things for which I should have worked for free of charge. Because I was lucky enough to be born from a ball-sack of man and uterus of a woman who were able to make good money and give them to me. Was I grateful? Not nearly enough.

Not, nearly, fucking, enough.

This is my gratefulness mantra I wrote for myself and read to myself every day I wake up since. It’s been very useful to me as I can see the good when the bad happens. The bad will always happen; it is just a matter of time. But I’ll see the good. I’ll see the beautiful within the ugly and enjoy life. It is much too short and too fragile.

‘Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50…’





I am grateful

I am grateful for having woken up and being given the blessing to live another day.

I am grateful for a having a mind which is clear and my own and being given the possibility to learn.
I am grateful for having sight with which I can watch in awe the wonders of Nature.
I am grateful for having hearing with which I listen to the wonderful sounds of the Universe.
I am grateful for being able to smell the beautiful scents of the World.
I am grateful for being able to taste the infinite combinations of Food.
I am grateful for having a functional Penis with which I can plan my Dynasty and experience pleasures with women I love.
I am grateful for having functional arms and legs which allow me to explore and wrestle with Nature.
I am grateful for having a healthy body which gives my Soul a vessel to steer within this World.

I am grateful for being born to parents who loved me, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me and guided me to the best of their abilities.

I am grateful for being born within in a time where technology makes possible to make friends thousands of miles away and having access to this digital library we call the ‘Internet’ from which everything can be learned if one searches long enough.
I am grateful for being born within a place which is not ravaged by war, famine or dictators and gives me the opportunity to focus on improving myself instead of simply trying to survive.

I am grateful for the good experiences which elevate my Spirit to the highest of hights.
I am grateful for the bad experiences which pull me down to the bottom of the Depths and force me to learn how to swim back up to the surface.

I am, deeply, grateful for stumbling upon the Manosphere which gave me the key to open the door within myself and access my Male spirituality and how to understand It.
I am grateful for being born a Man as I have been given the opportunity to make Miracles come true.

I am grateful.

My example: I’ve been told that I’ll be able to go to another country and get more experiences in a field of medicine I really like and for that I am deeply grateful. Seems like finally the labors of my work are starting to bear fruit and I’ll be able to make the first step to financial independence and start to give back my parents and this forum what they’ve given to me.

Life, again, is fragile and short, brothers. Make use of it more than 100% and be grateful for each day. You never know when your Story will end.

Post: #25

^^ Damn good post.