(The sound of a single, heavy fist hitting a solid oak desk.)
Let’s get one thing straight, right now.
You’re asking the wrong question. A weak, pathetic, loser’s question.
You want to know how to “forget”?
You want to erase 34 years? Like deleting a file? Like it never happened? You want to become a goldfish with a three-second memory?
Stop it. You disgust me.
That mindset is why you’re broken. You’re trying to run from a ghost. You’re trying to numb a pain that you think defines you. You’re a prisoner trying to forget the walls of your cell instead of finding the key.
The goal is not to “forget.” The goal is to RENDER THE MEMORY POWERLESS.
You think I became a digital real estate God by forgetting my losses? No. I consumed them. I studied every second of my defeat until the pain of watching it fueled a rage so intense I could never lose that way again. The memory didn’t disappear. It became my fucking fuel.
Your 34 years is not a tragedy. It’s data. It’s training. It’s the forge that has created the man you are today. The problem is, you’ve emerged from that forge as a twisted, weak piece of metal instead of a hardened sword.
So here is your new mission. Your only mission.
You are not moving on. You are MOVING FORWARD. There is a cosmic difference.
Moving on is passive. It’s what the weak do. It’s hoping time will heal a wound you’re constantly picking at.
Moving forward is an act of violent, intentional creation. You are going to build a new life so vast, so powerful, so compelling that the old one becomes nothing but a small, grainy photograph in a massive museum of your success.
Here is your prescription. Take it like a Slaylebrity .
Phase 1: The Controlled Demolition
You are a house built for two that now houses one. You cannot live in the ruins. You must demolish it.
· Burn the Relics: The gifts, the photos, the little notes. All of it. You think keeping a box of memories in the attic is “sentimental”? It’s a shrine to your weakness. It’s an anchor chaining you to a sunken ship. You must be ruthless. Delete the photos. Box the physical items and have a friend—a real one—drive them to a landfill. This isn’t cruel. It’s surgery. You are cutting out a cancer.
· Annihilate the Routines: Your entire life was a dance for two. The coffee you drank, the shows you watched, the side of the bed you slept on. You must systematically DESTROY every routine you shared. Stop going to that cafe. Sell the bed. Get a new one. Rearrange the entire fucking furniture. If your day was built around them, you must now build it around YOURSELF.
Phase 2: The Reclamation of Your Identity
For 34 years, you were “JohnandSarah.” A single entity. You lost yourself. You have no idea who you are alone.
It’s time to find the MAN you were before her, and build the TITAN you will become after her.
· The Temple: Your body is a reflection of your mind. A soft body houses a soft mind. You are emotionally shattered? Good. Take that pain to the gym. Let every rep be a punch into the face of your past self. Let every drop of sweat be the tears you’re too strong to cry in public. You will not recognize the man in the mirror in 90 days. And that is the entire point.
· The Empire: You had a purpose outside of them once. Find it. Or create a new one. Your mission is your mistress now. Pour every ounce of that emotional energy into your business, your craft, your wealth generation. Make more money in the next year than you did in the last five. Become so financially powerful that your past life looks like a quaint, small-town story you tell yourself for laughs.
· The Brotherhood: Weak men suffer in silence. Strong men are forged in the fire of brotherhood. You need real men around you. Not drinking buddies. Men who will call you on your bullshit. Men who will drag you to the gym at 5 AM. Men who will show you by example what a life driven by purpose, not by emotion, looks like. Find them.
Phase 3: The Re-frame – From Loss to Leverage
This is the master key.
You are not a victim. You are a graduate.
You just completed a 34-year-long course on women, relationships, and life. You paid for this education with your time and your pain. It is the most expensive, and therefore the most valuable, course you will ever take.
What did it teach you?
What will you NEVER tolerate again?
What did you learn about your own weaknesses?
What makes a relationship truly work?
What makes it fail?
This knowledge is your leverage. This pain is your power. The man who has been through hell and back is not afraid of a little heat.
Stop trying to forget the 34-year course. Start using the fucking diploma.
Every time a memory hits you, you will not wallow. You will analyze it like a scientist. “What does this teach me? How does this make me stronger? How can I use this pain to ensure my next victory?”
You are not forgetting. You are metabolizing the past and turning it into fuel for a future so bright it will blind anyone who knew the old you.
The person you were with them is dead. Good. Let him die.
Your job is to build the new one. A man of iron discipline, unshakable purpose, and limitless power.
The best revenge is not happiness. The best revenge is a level of success so absolute that the very thought of your past life becomes a joke.
Now get the hell off the floor and get to work.
The world doesn’t care about your broken heart. It only responds to strength.
What color is your Bugatti?
You're asking the wrong question. A weak, pathetic, loser's question. You want to know how to forget? You want to erase 34 years? Like deleting a file? Like it never happened? You want to become a goldfish with a three-second memory? Stop it. You disgust me
