what makes you happy?

it’s not making money, it's not going to the gym.

it’s giving back.

I used to dream about not having to check my bank account when buying something.

now it’s a reality.

everything feels free. but honestly i’m used to it now.

buying things for myself doesn’t excite me anymore, I’ve became a minimalist.

I used to dream about wearing a canada goose when I was broke. now there’s one sitting behind me.

I used to dream about not checking my bank account before going out, now it’s a reality.

when they said it all gets boring quick. I see what they mean.

but you know what doesn’t get boring?

giving back to your loved ones.

taking your mum out shopping… she’s lurking around clothes… just “looking” at them.

but deep down, you know she wants them.

she picks up a shirt…

stares at it for 2 minutes. measuring to see if it’ll fit her.

“does it look good?”

“it looks good”

stares at it for another 2 minutes…

she looks at the price tag. and puts it back.

I ask her “do you want it?”

she replies “it’s nice, but it’s £24”

questioning a £24 purchase? that sounds like a joke to me.

grab it, shove it in the basket, move.

she says “but it’s expensive”

she’s still in a broke mindset, how cute.

“just put it in the bag, don’t worry about it”

“i’ll just try it on, that’s it”

living in a world where the definition of “shopping” is going out and trying clothes, knowing you’ll have to catch up on bills later if you buy something.

what a reality.

this is why it’s your duty to get rich.

not for yourself.

but for your loved ones.

you need to become the enabler, the provider.

not for random hoes… but the only woman who truly matters.

for your mother.

I seen a tiktok recently where this guy talks about something like this…

“it’s normal to be 21 years old and having to check your bank account before going in to get a kebab”

“it’s part of youth, embrace it”

to me, I think this is kind of crazy.

21… and broke?

I’m here, almost 19 years old… taking a day out on a random tuesday and spending a couple bags on family.

I’m at the self checkout scanning clothes for my mum, the price reaches 3 digits, and she’s telling me “you’re still gonna have enough money to give me for bills?”

she probably expects me to say “I’ll try”

but no. I’m smiling.

she’s confused. speaking about money always was a hefty topic.

I reply with a simple phrase.

“don’t worry about it”

there’s always 2 sides of the coin.

some peoples mothers are worrying about them getting too fucked up.

mines worrying about a knock on the door from hmrc.

I guess they’ll always worry, eh?

“sort your tax thing out”

“is it healthy to go to the gym every day?”

“you take all these supplements, I’m worried for you”

“is it good to eat all this steak?”

“you’ve arms are getting too veiny, you need to eat more”

motherly instinct, always cute.

I got a mosquito bite on my shoulder and first thing I thought was “hope my mum doesn’t think i’ve fallen into injecting roids”

these are the thoughts you should have.

and if you’re putting so much sacrifice in for your loved ones?

I’ll always have respect for you.

all the caffeine and nicotine you’re ingesting to keep yourself awake?

trust me. it’ll pay off.

just don’t get fomo. the only thing you’ll have ever is your family and yourself.

everything else can end.

do it to give back.

don’t hope to get rich so you can spend a rack on hoes.

buy them food, book the hotel.

but spend every extra penny you have on your mother.

there’s no feeling in the world that tops that.

keep striving.

stay busy.

d4”2busy”

and btw… you can unlock my mind here.

everything i know, in one place.

i wish you luck.