The forum's first thread.
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Mister monkey once upon a time there was a span of a few months where I used to go to Angra dos Reis or Buzios almost on a weekly basis. Those places are very fancy in a very wild country. I was on top, money was almost no object, lots of pretty girls and lots of substances. Everything you want to include in a script I did. I went from having very little to having all this freedom. The party extended until one day it was over. Three years had passed.
I jumped around here and there and no party ever got me that high again. Little by little I became frustrated, every day that financial freedom was farther. I couldn't afford my games anymore. In my mind I used to compare everything to my past. No fun was enough because it could never reach it. Post #2. I was no fun at all, I was at my lowest.
I recognized I was being stupid and tried to get out of my funk. I came to realize that this behavior wasn't intrinsic of me. It's not what had gotten me in the fortunate positions that had shaped my life and fed me up to this point. Post #11. I tried to see it.
I needed a hard reset. I
went back to basics, dirt poor in the third world. Live with the lowest as the lowest. Relearn what is that make them rich, what I had forgotten. Post #17. I learned how to smile again. I don't know what we can do to go back to being as good as we were. I stopped wanting to go back. I just genuinely smile and laugh with who is here and who is my life now as everything in the past is erased. Evolution.