Ascolta bene! It is more dignified to thirst alone in the desert than to share wine with someone who has no thirst for conquest.

On the silent path to success, it’s not the declared enemies who slow the march, but rather the friends. Not the noble or loyal ones, but the failures—those who carry a dull glint in their eyes, chronic laziness in their spirit, and the eternal excuse of bad luck in their pockets. Friendship, when poorly chosen, becomes a polished anchor, tied to your ankle with ropes named camaraderie.

Nothing weighs heavier on the journey than having to endure the failed and envious around you. It is a kind of emotional parasitism that begins with empathy and ends in stagnation. Those who live among the weak will crawl. Those who keep company with miserable friends, instead of striving to prosper, learn to curse wealth—not out of ethics, but out of envy. Mediocrity, my friend, is contagious. And it does not take root suddenly, but like a silent epidemic.

Ambition—that fire that burns in the bones of great men—will always seem like arrogance to the ears of the failed. Those who have never built anything, except arguments to justify their paralysis, will never understand the fury of someone born to conquer. And so, with smiles, they spit venom: “Calm down,” they say, “be content,” they advise. Hypocrites. What they call humility is nothing more than resignation to their own defeat.

To walk alone, with hunger and honor, is worth more than feasting at lavish tables at the cost of your own sweat, surrounded by parasites who toast your downfall with glasses full of praise. No one prospers where the conversation is filled with complaints, criticism, and envy. What does not build up, corrodes.

The rust of the weak is invisible at first—a bitter joke here, a veiled critique there. And before you know it, the structure is already rotten. Of the friendship, only the weight remains. Of the relationship, only exhaustion. The true enemy of success is the company of those who have failed and wish for you the same fate. These tragic figures—always tired, always victims—are masters of collective self-sabotage.

Feel no remorse in abandoning those who build nothing and consume everything. And in that abandonment, you become freer, stronger, and unbreakable.

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