No One's Coming to Save You

Hey man,

“We’re a generation of men raised by women.”

— Tyler Durden, Fight Club

We weren’t taught how to fight.

We weren’t taught how to lead.

We weren’t taught how to be men.

We were taught to be safe, soft, passive, agreeable.

Taught to apologize for existing.

Told to sit down, shut up, and wait our turn.

And now?

We’re not starving.

We’re not building anything worth dying for.

We’re just… existing.

Going to college for a degree we don’t care about.

Sitting in classrooms that drain our life.

Scrolling TikTok, watching porn, chasing dopamine like addicts.

Disconnected from anything real.

Our Great War is internal.

Our Great Depression is spiritual.

Our life?

It feels fucking valueless.

But you already know that, don't you?

That quiet frustration you feel when the day ends and you’ve done nothing that made you proud?

That’s your soul screaming.

That’s your inner man begging you to wake the f*ck up.

But instead of answering that call, you numb it.

More porn.
More reels.
More procrastination.

And the worst part?

You’re waiting.
Like some invisible force is going to pull you out of this.

Waiting for motivation.
Waiting for success.
Waiting for some girl to complete.

But the cold reality is…

No one’s coming to save you.

Not your mom.
Not your friends.
Not your professors.
Not some “high-value woman” who magically sees your worth.

You’re not owed sh*t.

You want the way out?

Burn the illusion.

Let the weak version of you die.

The one that procrastinates, consumes, and bitches.

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

That doesn’t mean to destroy your life.

It means kill the comfort you are in.
Kill the soft boy who thinks he has time.
Kill the coward that settles for comfort.

Because here’s the truth:

You can either spend the next five years like every other guy—
Jerking off, numbing out, and “figuring it out someday.”

Or you can spend it becoming unrecognizable.

But no one’s going to do it for you but…

Only you.

Just you.

Alone. Focused. Hungry.
Building from the ashes.

No one’s coming.
And that’s the best thing that ever happened to you.

Your bro,

Faiz

P.S. Watch Fight Club today!