Some sick heat atm
Back in thailand now, very motivated.
Started writing some of the review, heres a preview without pics but theres so much more to write itll prob take some time.
What a year 2017 has been… I remember sitting in my student apartment not even a year ago with 2500 Euros to my name, trying to figure out how the **** I was supposed to make it out of the ****ty routine 9/5 life that everyone else including myself lived in. Back then I was employed at a top financial institution with a relatively speaking very high salary (for my age), but I hated every second at work. It just wasn’t for me and I’m generally not someone that likes to conform to societies rules and norms, since in my opinion a lot of them are ****ed up, but that’s another topic. Because of this, I really wanted to make it on my own. I want to live life to the fullest and not regret a single second when I’m old, when other people think to themselves “what could have been if…”. I realized that to live that kind of life, I needed ultimate freedom. The first step to that is financial freedom. I decided to dedicate the following years to spinning up my networth while trying to improve in other areas as much as I could.
It took a while to think and plan everything but eventually I decided to take my shot, quit my job after I finish my degree in March and go shoot for the ****ing stars.
It began with a risk that changed everything
In hindsight, the following definitely wasn’t one of my smartest decisions, but back then it felt like I had to take those kinds of risks. I searched for homegames in my area and took my 2.5K Euros straight there. The game was shady as **** but I decided to go for it anyway and ran my 500 Euro buyin up to 6500 within 3 hours. Now the only problem was how the **** I was supposed to get out of this game. I was playing 3-handed with 2 extremely shady people that now hated my guts. So how the **** do I leave? I guess this is a story that deserves its own writeup, perhaps some other time. Eventually after some extremely shady happenings I manage to collect my 6.5k from what I believe some kind of mafia boss get the hell out of there.
I tripled my bankroll, but this was not enough. I decided that while I was writing my bachelor thesis, I would drive to the nearby cities casino whenever I have time and grind the 2/4 cash games in order to run it up.
I remember reading The Alchemist (highly recommend) on my train rides to the casino and man that **** impacted me deep. I really believed that I was on right way and everything seemed to make sense for me at that point. I was extremely motivated and driven to continue.
And boy I did. I went on a ridiculous heater at the casino and barely booked a single losing session for the month. My initial 2.5k roll was now above 10k.
Quo vadis?
I was almost done with my thesis and was ready to make a move. But where the **** was I supposed to go? My parents hated me btw, so that was definitely not an option. We barely talked at this point, this made me feel bad since I really would have appreciated some support from home, but that too is another topic.
I was going through my options and was thinking about moving to a cheap country where I could grind really hard and run it up, while keeping my expenses to a minimum.
I made a post on 2p2 that I was looking for likeminded individuals to room with in South-east-asia and booked a plane to Thailand.
THAILANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
I flew there with a girl and we did some sightseeing in Bangkok and then flew to one of the islands in the south (Ill try not to avoid exact details of some things since I mainly still want to remain anonymous). We had a little fight there and decided to split ways. For me, this was pretty handy since I liked the island and could imagine living here for a while.
I told one of the 2p2 people, Hans, about my whereabouts and suggested him to join me to find a place together. He would arrive a couple days later so I used my time to explore the island and look at some places. I rented myself a scooter and drove around the island. I remember how overwhelming everything felt. I was somewhere in nowhere, with not much money at all and no solid plan, taking a massive risk, driving around a paradise island on a scooter, the wind blowing through my hair, feeling like a young prince that just took his first step into the world. I also remember the feelings of doubt and insecurity, the questions I asked myself at night and the mental strength I surprised myself with when telling myself “**** you I got this”. Boy, did I have to tell myself this a lot in the next couple of days when the rain started falling heavy…
(Man, there is actually so much more to write at every single part of this writeup, but I guess ill keep it short and conscise and maybe write a long version sometime later.)
And then I met Hans
Hans man, what a sick little **** you are. I’m happy I met you. You definitely deserve your own paragraph here. But don’t feel too good I feel I might be overhyping you a little bit right now being all nostalgic and ****, but yup def appreciate you loads.
Pretty weird meeting someone that you met on the internet. Especially if you haven’t really seen them before. Even more so if it’s a dude and not some supposedly (and hopefully) hot chick from tinder.
I can’t really remember what I thought when I met Hans for the first time, but I do remember that we both pretty much just trusted each other from the get go. Maybe it was some special chemistry #nohomo, maybe it was just simply because we had no real choice, or maybe it was because we both had nothing to lose.
I take back what I said earlier. I’m probably not overhyping. You see, me and Hans actually went through quite some ****. We were both broke ****s with nothing to lose but a dream. I sometimes see him as the little brother I never had, open-minded enough so that I can teach him **** but he has to hear it somewhere else first anyway before he believes it, but mostly we are companions, probably the sickest lone wolf duo you can imagine.
Also thought of another cool quote: "Your self-esteem is defined by who you are when nobody is watching"
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