People ask me all the time if I’m happy. I find that question futile. When I pick my mom up for lunch in my phantom & she’s retired, thriving, happy, healthy & has a second chance to live her life – you think I give a shit about happiness? You think I care that I cried 1000 lifetimes worth of tears by the time I was ten. That I gave up a childhood because I promised my mom I would get us out of the hell we were in. My mom fought through physical abuse, psychological abuse, faced the devil daily – she gave everything she had & when she had nothing left I put that burden on my back and brought glory to our family. When I dropped out of school my teachers said ‘that’s what happens when you have a kid that young’. Now, my mom is revered for being one of the most incredible mothers on earth. You think any of that would’ve been possible if I prioritized my happiness? When I go to Nepal to visit the schools I built for thousands of children. When I see their faces, the joy, the happiness they have for something as simple as the right to education – you think I give a fuck about my happiness? That I wake up daily with the weight of 150 employees, over a hundred families depend on me to eat & thrive. That I can never truly relax. I would give a decade of crippling pressure for just a day visiting one of my schools. When I get supporters coming up to me daily on the streets shaking because they were about to delete themselves in their darkest moment, but they didn’t because they watched my videos from 2015 when I was broke & broken – in my darkest moments just trynna make it for me & my mom’s safety. You think I care that I spent a decade putting my happiness to the side? That I ignored my demons, my trauma, my pain & did what I needed to do. Then, when the devil finally came knocking on my door for his pound of flesh a few years ago – I picked myself up and beat suicide & depression too. My brothers, don’t believe this modern BS that happiness is the most important thing, fulfillment is. Don’t be selfish. We don’t respect the greats because they were ‘happy’, we respect them because they sacrificed to help others.
People ask me all the time if I’m happy. I find that question futile. When I pick my mom up for lunch in my phantom & she’s retired, thriving, happy, healthy & has a second chance to live her life – you think I give a shit about happiness? You think I care that I cried 1000 lifetimes worth of tears by the time I was ten. That I gave up a childhood because I promised my mom I would get us out of the hell we were in. My mom fought through physical abuse, psychological abuse, faced the devil daily – she gave everything she had & when she had nothing left I put that burden on my back and brought glory to our family. When I dropped out of school my teachers said ‘that’s what happens when you have a kid that young’. Now, my mom is revered for being one of the most incredible mothers on earth. You think any of that would’ve been possible if I prioritized my happiness? When I go to Nepal to visit the schools I built for thousands of children. When I see their faces, the joy, the happiness they have for something as simple as the right to education – you think I give a fuck about my happiness? That I wake up daily with the weight of 150 employees, over a hundred families depend on me to eat & thrive. That I can never truly relax. I would give a decade of crippling pressure for just a day visiting one of my schools. When I get supporters coming up to me daily on the streets shaking because they were about to delete themselves in their darkest moment, but they didn’t because they watched my videos from 2015 when I was broke & broken – in my darkest moments just trynna make it for me & my mom’s safety. You think I care that I spent a decade putting my happiness to the side? That I ignored my demons, my trauma, my pain & did what I needed to do. Then, when the devil finally came knocking on my door for his pound of flesh a few years ago – I picked myself up and beat suicide & depression too. My brothers, don’t believe this modern BS that happiness is the most important thing, fulfillment is. Don’t be selfish. We don’t respect the greats because they were ‘happy’, we respect them because they sacrificed to help others.
People ask me all the time if I’m happy. I find that question futile. When I pick my mom up for lunch in my phantom & she’s retired, thriving, happy, healthy & has a second chance to live her life – you think I give a shit about happiness? You think I care that I cried 1000 lifetimes worth of tears by the time I was ten. That I gave up a childhood because I promised my mom I would get us out of the hell we were in. My mom fought through physical abuse, psychological abuse, faced the devil daily – she gave everything she had & when she had nothing left I put that burden on my back and brought glory to our family. When I dropped out of school my teachers said ‘that’s what happens when you have a kid that young’. Now, my mom is revered for being one of the most incredible mothers on earth. You think any of that would’ve been possible if I prioritized my happiness? When I go to Nepal to visit the schools I built for thousands of children. When I see their faces, the joy, the happiness they have for something as simple as the right to education – you think I give a fuck about my happiness? That I wake up daily with the weight of 150 employees, over a hundred families depend on me to eat & thrive. That I can never truly relax. I would give a decade of crippling pressure for just a day visiting one of my schools. When I get supporters coming up to me daily on the streets shaking because they were about to delete themselves in their darkest moment, but they didn’t because they watched my videos from 2015 when I was broke & broken – in my darkest moments just trynna make it for me & my mom’s safety. You think I care that I spent a decade putting my happiness to the side? That I ignored my demons, my trauma, my pain & did what I needed to do. Then, when the devil finally came knocking on my door for his pound of flesh a few years ago – I picked myself up and beat suicide & depression too. My brothers, don’t believe this modern BS that happiness is the most important thing, fulfillment is. Don’t be selfish. We don’t respect the greats because they were ‘happy’, we respect them because they sacrificed to help others.
People ask me all the time if I’m happy. I find that question futile. When I pick my mom up for lunch in my phantom & she’s retired, thriving, happy, healthy & has a second chance to live her life – you think I give a shit about happiness? You think I care that I cried 1000 lifetimes worth of tears by the time I was ten. That I gave up a childhood because I promised my mom I would get us out of the hell we were in. My mom fought through physical abuse, psychological abuse, faced the devil daily – she gave everything she had & when she had nothing left I put that burden on my back and brought glory to our family. When I dropped out of school my teachers said ‘that’s what happens when you have a kid that young’. Now, my mom is revered for being one of the most incredible mothers on earth. You think any of that would’ve been possible if I prioritized my happiness? When I go to Nepal to visit the schools I built for thousands of children. When I see their faces, the joy, the happiness they have for something as simple as the right to education – you think I give a fuck about my happiness? That I wake up daily with the weight of 150 employees, over a hundred families depend on me to eat & thrive. That I can never truly relax. I would give a decade of crippling pressure for just a day visiting one of my schools. When I get supporters coming up to me daily on the streets shaking because they were about to delete themselves in their darkest moment, but they didn’t because they watched my videos from 2015 when I was broke & broken – in my darkest moments just trynna make it for me & my mom’s safety. You think I care that I spent a decade putting my happiness to the side? That I ignored my demons, my trauma, my pain & did what I needed to do. Then, when the devil finally came knocking on my door for his pound of flesh a few years ago – I picked myself up and beat suicide & depression too. My brothers, don’t believe this modern BS that happiness is the most important thing, fulfillment is. Don’t be selfish. We don’t respect the greats because they were ‘happy’, we respect them because they sacrificed to help others.
