Philipp

Hello Creator,

man, it feels weird not saying Mindful Reader.

I started this newsletter 5 months ago and wrote mainly about self-improvement and health.

It felt good.

But now I feel like I have to make a change. A real change. Not just for me, but also for the people who want to escape their 9-5 job with X.

That's why the name of this newsletter has changed to Diamond Lessons.

I appreciate you Mindful Reader for taking the time to read what I had to tell you.

I hope that you learned something new from me.

But now I have to change my direction. Hopefully, you will still be around when I post newsletters about my new topic.

Here's Why;

Making money was always something I enjoyed. Sure, getting it was cool as well, but it was always more about the process of getting there.

I remember when I was a kid and all of my friends, including me, loved playing airsoft.

I used to buy airsoft from a Chinese store where you could buy them for a little money and then resell them to all the people who were in that group.

100% 200% even 500% profit was made on such days.

It felt great to negotiate with them.

Sometimes we just changed airsofts which was also a cool thing.

As I grew older, I fell into the wrong environment at the age of 16.

Everything changed.

No more airsoft. No negotiations anymore. No profits.

The main focus was on drugs. How can I numb myself more, so I don't have to think about anything, was our new motto.

My desire for making money vanished.

Every day was basically like the day before. Getting up. Taking some drugs. Playing video games. Chilling with the “homies” and going to sleep.

Not something I would recommend you. 

As I grew “older” I thought to myself, man is this how you want to continue living your life?

The answer was clear. No.

But that didn't hold me back to continue you like before for a couple more years.

Until one day when I met a neighbor who was in his 50s.

He's a good guy with a good heart but, unfortunately, also addicted to several drugs which holds him back until now.

We started smoking some weezimabreezy together. As we did, some friends from him showed up who were also around 50.

We sat there, smoked a bit and honestly had a good time. Talked some shit. Laughed together. It was fun.

But while we sat there, something clicked in my mind while I was looking at them.

“Fuck me, if you continue like this you will end up just like them”

It felt like god was telling me “Yo Philipp, this is your last fucking chance”

Run.

And I did.

I said to myself, fuck it. I can't move on like this.

This was the last time I smoked a joint. But let me tell you I was HIGH ASF.

The worst part was I came with my bike and had to drive home, which was 10 km away.

As I got out the door, a friend of my neighbor waited outside with his fucking bike that had 3 wheels. (You know why it has 3 wheels, thaha)

It felt like I was in a video game, and he was the guy to accept the side quest.

Anyway, I started to drive home with a big fucking bud in my pocket that was ready to smoke. But I said to myself, you know what, I will bury this motherfucker.

So I drove to a place that was always one of my favorite spots.

Heres a picture:

You can tell why that's one of my favorite spots, ha?

After I buried my last bud, I felt relieved. Something fell off my shoulder. It felt great. I knew I did the right thing.

Started to hit the gym regularly, focused on my goals and met the girl where I can comfortably say this will be the mother of my kids.

Life is good.

My desire for making money also came back, which I had missed more than any drug in the world!

Now I'm here to show others how they can earn money through X, so they can start enjoying the process of making money.

Man, if you came this far, thank you for your time.

Welcome on board, creator.

Let's crush our insecurities together, so we can move towards the life we desire so much!

Love goes out to you.

See you soon.

Philipp