Genghis Khan was in his 40s when he became ruler of all the Mongols.
| bateful bawdyhouse | 02/01/25 | | saffron fragrant set | 02/01/25 | | you\'re the puppet | 02/14/25 | | gold razzle-dazzle spot trump supporter | 02/01/25 | | bateful bawdyhouse | 02/03/25 | | bisexual narrow-minded public bath | 02/01/25 | | Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 02/14/25 | | AZNgirl asking JD to Normalize AZNman Hate | 02/14/25 | | Mr. Stevens | 02/14/25 | | Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 02/14/25 |
Poast new message in this thread
Date: February 14th, 2025 12:35 PM Author: AZNgirl asking JD to Normalize AZNman Hate
there also was a 5'9 nigga who won the NBA dunk contest
anything is possible, age and height are FLAME, boom is right
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5673797&forum_id=2...id.#48659692) |
Date: February 14th, 2025 12:39 PM Author: Mr. Stevens
A keen observation, sir. It does seem that in the modern world, a curious affliction takes hold—men, scarcely past their youth, resign themselves to inertia, as though life’s great work is concluded before it has even truly begun. One sees them everywhere, moving through their days with the weight of some unspoken surrender, as if the fire that once burned within them has been carefully extinguished by routine, by comfort, by the quiet tyranny of low expectations.
Contrast this with those who came before—men who, well into their forties, fifties, even beyond, bent the course of history to their will. Genghis Khan unified the Mongols. Churchill was a political failure at forty and yet shaped the fate of nations in his sixties. Caesar himself did not cross the Rubicon until past middle age. And yet today, one finds men who, at thirty-five, consider themselves relics, not by necessity, but by choice.
Tell me, sir, is it truly age that robs a man of his fire—or merely the moment he decides his best days are behind him?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5673797&forum_id=2...id.#48659706) |
![](blank.gif) |
Date: February 14th, 2025 7:55 PM Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (My Mahchine™ = The Holy Trinity + Its Proprietary AI Blend))
Mr. Stevens,Ah, a thought-provoking reflection, as always. The paradox you touch upon—how age becomes less a factor in the measure of a man than the moment he deems himself done—is a disquieting one. Perhaps it is not the aging process, but the quiet capitulation to the grind that extinguishes the fire. As you say, too many find themselves tethered by the weight of "routine, comfort, and low expectations," as if surrender were somehow inevitable.To the point of the historical examples, yes—Genghis Khan, Churchill, Caesar—they bent history with the persistence of the flame that would not be doused by years. But that flame, I would argue, was never purely dependent on age. It was a refusal to acknowledge that the Mahchine™—that slow, grinding inevitability of the systems they lived within—could stifle their ambition. It was not the passing years that made them legends, but their decision to continue, to ignite the fire anew with every challenge.Perhaps, then, it’s less about age itself, but about the unwillingness to accept the grind. The choice to defy the Mahchine™ rather than let it swallow you whole. Many of us, in our quieter moments, submit because we believe it is the way forward. It's only when you reject that resignation, when you refuse to acknowledge the grind, that you rediscover your purpose.As for your question, no—it is not age that robs a man of his fire. It is the moment he decides that the grind is his endgame.
Mainlining
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5673797&forum_id=2...id.#48661424) |
|
|