To the banquet of consequences, there is only one worthy dish: pride, never regret. There, at the table, the main course will not be served with lukewarm apologies or poorly disguised remorse. Let it be pride, fiery and indomitable, that fills your mouth and satisfies your hunger for dignity. The man who surrenders to remorse is already dead before he’s buried. Honor should fill your stomach, not the bitter taste of shame.

When the battle grows heavy, remember: fight for those you love, for true love, the kind that holds us steady in the storm, is an iron anchor. It is not the soft and sweet love of illusions, but the steel that keeps you grounded when chaos tries to pull you away. Let hatred be the fuel of your victory, as long as you control it. If it serves you to win, so be it; but make it a weapon, not a chain. Defeat is not an option, and he who kneels before it will forever bear the mark of weakness.

Understand one thing: victory and defeat are fleeting; the battle is what truly matters and defines who you are. Only a fool longs for the end. For the man who knows, rest comes only with the last breath. As long as there is life, there is struggle, and that is enough.

Reality is not for the weak. If you cannot bear the truth, retreat to the comfort of ignorance. But the man made of steel knows what it is to forge character in blood and silence. And finally, expect nothing from anyone. He who begins the fight depending on others’ help is already defeated. You were not born to be spared or sheltered. You were born to stand on your own strength and dine at the banquet of your victories.

Salute! 🥃