From the Desk of Maverick Brenton.
Subject: Thoughts on the Game.
There’s nothing special about me. Let’s be clear on that. This isn’t going to be another rainbow laced success story about how amazing I am and how I went from nothing to something overnight by meditating every morning and taking cold showers. Fuck all that shit, I don’t like any of it. It’s not what made me who I am and it’s not how I achieved what I have now. This website isn’t about me pretending to be perfect like a lot of these shallow, influencer cunts do so with their perfect instagrams and 10 step courses on how to be just like them.
This website is about me laying my cards out. Showing you who I am. Bleeding onto the page and letting you know what it really takes to become something in this world. The blood and the guts. The good, the bad and the ugly. I went through hell to be who I am. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. I’m only just getting started too. Life’s got more in store for me. It’s gonna kick the shit out of me again and again. I’m gonna lose family. I’m gonna lose money. I’m gonna be tested in ways that I don’t currently realise or understand. So I guess we’ll just have to see if I have the nuts and the guts to get through it and reach higher levels in this game.
I have an amazing life now compared to the majority, but I still feel like that broke kid stuck in a small town at the edge of the earth. Listening to junkies fight outside my window. Waking up on my mum’s floor choking on dust and feeling like a fucking loser. That’s a part of who I am now. It drives me every day. That’s why I don’t need self discipline or a fancy routine. I have demons at my heels haunting me into the obsessive drive that governs my life and has resulted in my current circumstance.
If there is anything special about me, I’d say it’s my inability to quit. Because I could have many times but I never did. Now I live differently to most. I don’t exist in the normal world. I live in the one I’ve created in the image of what I desired most. It took everything I’ve got, and it still does most days. But I’m addicted to the game now. The thrill of making money has hooked for me life. I’m a professional money taker. I live for the highs and am still learning how to deal with the lows.
When I was 18 years old working at a petrol station in Brisbane, Australia. A man driving a $150,000 shelby cobra pulled in to fuel up his ride. Plastered on his window was a quote that read “success leaves clues” and it stuck in my mind ever since. He was tall, jacked and had a beautiful blonde in the passenger seat. I was young, broke and living in a shitty apartment with two mexicans that stank like ass. Such experiences make a young man question his life.
“Why the fuck does he get to have that? Why can’t I?”
You probably ask yourself the same question when you see a man who has done the work and lives like most only dream of. The difference with me is I asked him how he did it, and I said I wanted to learn from him. He brushed me off and that was that. But I kept asking men like him and eventually I started to figure it out. Because guys like me either end up living how I live now, or we end up in prison. That’s just the way it is. I have the blood of a killer coursing through my veins. I was raised by a gangster who slept with a loaded 357 magnum in the drawer. How the fuck am I supposed to sit in an office and listen to suzy tell me what to do with my time?
I am a lion that needs to being doing lion type shit.
That was my struggle for many years. I’m not a normal guy, and I can’t live a normal life. I only get along with savages. Dangerous, successful men. Those are my types. Until I accepted my nature and chose to play the game to win, I just kept on losing. Now I see a little clearer. Now I live in alignment with my own nature. That’s the first clue of success; to become what you know you can be, you must accept what you are.
A lot of things contributed to me escaping nothingness.
All of it come from within.
A fire that raged so hot it made me sweat during cold winter nights. I can’t tell you the secrets to changing your life because I don’t know them. The only things I know are if you do what everyone else does, you’ll get what everyone else gets. Sweet fuck all. I gave my heart and soul to get something different. I submitted to the game and it moulded me into a different kind of beast. This got me to a certain level. Now I spend my nights asking myself…. how do I get to the next?
Your life is too easy.
You’re too comfortable.
You don’t have enough pain and misery to drive you to do what I have done, and that’s why it’s unlikely you will ever get anything similiar.
I could sell you the dream and talk shit out of my mouth about how you can be just like me, but you probably won’t be.
That’s the brutal truth.
However there will be some out there who read my words and understand. Success is bloody and boring. It’s easier just to be nobody. To sit in the corner and resign to a life of mundane misery and sadness where the potential of your being remains in a coma. Unawake. Repressed. Dormant. Rotting away inside you….somewhere you can’t smell it.
You think there is some key to it all. You think one day you’ll wake up and it’ll all work out. You think you are destined for more. But the truth is you and I are worth no more than grains of sand on the beach. You are nothing. I am nothing. The world does not give a fuck about you or me or what either of us wants to be. Nobody is coming to help you. Nobody is coming to save you. You will die having lived a miserable life far less than what you could have lived, unless you reach down into the depths of your soul and learn to listen to yourself.
That’s the hardest thing, my friend. I promise. Learning to look in the mirror and trust that motherfucker looking back at you. Realising he’s all you got. He’s the only son of a bitch who will be able to get you what you want. He’s worth caring for. He’s worth making time for. He needs kindess and love, just as much as he needs a good hard kick in the ass to get him moving forward.
It’s a lonely world we live in. Especially if you’re smart. Because you don’t fall for the tricks and the glitz and the glamour of disneyland. You see reality for what it is.
Use that to your advantage.
Embrace the brutal truth.
Don’t accept the sugary shit they want to spoonfeed you about how you are supposed to live or how this world is supposed to work.
Be your own man and take what you want without mercy, without remorse, without asking for permission.
You want the secrets to success.
There are none son.
There is only a man and what he decides he wants, and what he is willing to do to get it.
There’s only that motherfucker in the mirror.
Until next time.
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