Alright, listen up. Lean in close to the screen, because I’m only going to say this once, and if you have even a single working neuron in your head, you’ll understand this is the most important thing you’ll read all year.
I refuse to be just above average.
What a pathetic, vomit-inducing goal. “Above average.” You know what “above average” is? It’s the tallest dwarf. It’s the fastest sloth. It’s the smartest idiot in the village.
You’re celebrating because you’re slightly less mediocre than the absolute losers surrounding you? Congratulations. You’re the king of the trash heap. The valedictorian of Clown World.
Let that sink in. While you’re patting yourself on the back for being in the 60th percentile, the real players—the wolves—are lapping you so hard they can’t even see you in the rearview mirror. They’re not thinking about percentiles. They’re thinking about dominance.
The “Above Average” Lie is a Copium Hit for The Weak
Society, the matrix, your teachers, your weak-minded parents… they’ve sold you a lie to keep you compliant. They want you to be “above average” because an “above average” person is still a controllable, predictable cog in the machine.
An “above average” employee gets a 3% raise instead of 2%.
An “above average” student gets a B+ instead of a B.
An “above average” life is one with just enough comfort to stop you from rioting, but not enough power to ever be a threat.
It’s a cage. A gilded, comfortable, soul-crushing cage. And you’re sitting in it, polishing the bars, telling yourself you’re doing well because you can see the losers in the cheaper cages next door.
WAKE. UP.
The matrix doesn’t fear the above-average man. It fears the exceptional man. The man who cannot be controlled. The man who plays by his own rules and builds his own world.
What Color Is Your Bugatti?
Let me ask you a simple question. When you picture your life at its peak, what do you see? A slightly nicer sedan than your neighbors? A house with an extra half-bathroom?
Or do you see a fleet of supercars? A private jet? A compound where you make the rules?
The man who strives for “above average” dreams of a pay rise. The man who strives for excellence dreams of owning the entire company. See the difference? It’s a difference in consciousness. One is a slave’s dream. The other is an emperor’s.
Excellence isn’t a percentile. It’s a binary state. You are either the best, or you are irrelevant. There is first place, and there is last place. There is winning, and there is losing. This “above average” nonsense is just a fancy way of losing slower than the guy next to you.
The Pain of Discipline vs. The Pain of Regret
You think the path to the top is hard? You’re damn right it is. It’s a war. It requires a level of discipline that the “above average” crowd cannot even comprehend.
While they’re hitting the snooze button, I’ve already trained my body and mind for two hours.
While they’re scrolling through social media, I’m building an empire.
While they’re drinking their sadness away on a Friday night, I’m analyzing the markets and closing deals.
You have two pains to choose from: the pain of discipline, or the pain of regret. The pain of discipline is temporary. It’s the burn in your muscles, the focus required to learn a new skill. The pain of regret? That’s permanent. That’s the ghost that will haunt you on your deathbed, whispering “what if?”
The “above average” crowd chooses the pain of regret every single day. They take the easy path. And the easy path always leads downhill.
How to Escape the “Above Average” Prison in 4 Steps
This isn’t a self-help guide. This is a field manual for warfare. If you’re ready to escape the plantation, here’s your start point.
1. Declare Total War on Mediocrity.
Every single aspect of your life must be interrogated. Your diet, your friendships, your income, your mindset. Is this thing making me exceptional, or is it keeping me average? If it’s the latter, you burn it to the ground. You cut off friends who drain your energy. You quit the job that caps your potential. There are no sacred cows. Your mission is excellence. Everything else is collateral damage.
2. Embrace Absolute Responsibility.
Nothing is anyone else’s fault. Not the economy, not your boss, not your upbringing. You are where you are because of your decisions. The second you internalize this, you become unstoppable. Because if you’re responsible for the problem, you are also responsible for the solution. The “above average” person blames. The exceptional person builds.
3. Obsess Over Value, Not Time.
The matrix pays you for your time. That’s a scam for peasants. Emperors get paid for the value they create. Stop thinking about your hourly wage. It’s a slave mentality. Start thinking about how to solve a billion-dollar problem for a billion people. How can you provide so much value that money becomes an inevitable consequence? Work smarter, harder, and with a relentless focus on leverage.
4. Seek Absolute Victory, Not Participation Trophies.
Your goal is not to “do your best.” Your goal is to WIN. To be number one. In your business, in your fitness, in your life. This isn’t about being toxic. This is about a fundamental refusal to accept anything less than the top spot. Second place is the first loser. This mindset will terrify the average. Good. Let them be terrified. Their fear is not your concern.
The Cold Hard Truth
The world is not fair. It’s a jungle. And in the jungle, there are predators and there is prey. The “above average” person is just prey that has learned to run slightly faster. But they’re still prey.
I am a predator. And if you’re reading this and feeling a fire in your chest, that’s your inner predator screaming to be let out. It’s telling you that you were built for more than a participation ribbon. You were built for conquest.
So make a choice. Today. Right now.
You can go back to your slightly-better-than-mediocre life. You can enjoy your “above average” existence and the comforting lies that come with it.
Or you can embrace the struggle. You can choose the pain of discipline. You can decide that you will settle for nothing less than being a king in a world of peasants.
The matrix is waiting for your decision.
What will it be?
You’re the king of the trash heap. The valedictorian of Clown World.
Let that sink in. While you’re patting yourself on the back for being in the 60th percentile, the real players—the wolves—are lapping you so hard they can’t even see you in the rearview mirror.
They’re not thinking about percentiles. They’re thinking about dominance.
The Above Average Lie is a Copium Hit for The Weak
The Above Average Lie is a Copium Hit for The Weak
They want you to be above average because an above average person is still a controllable, predictable cog in the machine.
An above average employee gets a 3% raise instead of 2%. An above average student gets a B+ instead of a B. An above average life is one with just enough comfort to stop you from rioting, but not enough power to ever be a threat.
It’s a cage. A gilded, comfortable, soul-crushing cage. And you’re sitting in it, polishing the bars, telling yourself you’re doing well because you can see the losers in the cheaper cages next door. WAKE. UP.
I am a predator. And if you’re reading this and feeling a fire in your chest, that’s your inner predator screaming to be let out. It’s telling you that you were built for more than a participation ribbon. You were built for conquest.
