Category: Inspiration

Death of the American Dream – Ambition, Consequence, and Why You Fail Without Them

Felix Baumgartner’s 2012 Red Bull Stratos skydive set world records for altitude (39 km) and velocity (Mach 1.24).

A lot has happened in the past year. I have celebrated the anniversary of one entire year with my amazing and beautiful girlfriend, I have recorded, produced and released an acoustic version of my band’s début album on my own, I have watched my best friend in the entire world marry a woman whom he is absolutely crazy about, and I have stuck by my family and loved ones through some treacherously trying times.

This post is about dating, relationships, pickup and seduction. But it is also about life, learning, the birth and death of the American dream, and everything in between.


In the Friend Zone

In the Friend Zone? Say hello to Friend Zone Fiona, our least favourite internet meme.

When we fall for someone, we make ourselves vulnerable. We give another individual the power to make us feel wonderful, but also to destroy us entirely. Some of us struggle more than others with the ease with which we allow ourselves to become emotionally invested in someone of the opposite sex, which puts us in the friend zone and forces us to figure out for ourselves how to get over girl-related frustrations. My response as a young man in my late adolescent years was to cut off the feeling of emotional investment entirely. If I am not allowing myself to value girl so highly that I become vulnerable, I thought, then I run no risk of being hurt.

If only life were so logical.


Find me a woman. That is a sentiment that is all too familiar to me when I reflect on my adolescence and young adulthood, when much of an individual’s validation comes from his or her lovelife, or, as was typically the case for me in my earlier years, lack thereof.

But whereas some young men employ this attitude due to the need for social approval, for the status and approval that comes with having a girlfriend, especially a beautiful one, by their side, my motivation was, more than anything else, a need for emotional connection, a need to be appreciated. And I could only have this, I believed, by finally getting the girl.


New Year’s Resolutions are fucking stupid.

Yet they have tremendous value to those who think them through carefully and put forth a proper effort to sticking to them. Whilst I do believe that we should not need an arbitrary day to drive us to promise important champagne-induced overhauls of our lives, I do appreciate the sense of cadence that comes with starting a new year fresh and deciding that this year will be different.