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How I became rich at 20.

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No, I didn't become rich at 20. In fact I am way past 30 and I am not rich yet. But that's not what I want to talk about. Well it kinda is.

I find it overwhelming sometimes that for such an important species of animal, the human species' time on earth is relatively shortlived. Our brains fully develops at 25 when we've already become full adults and by 50 we are already too weak to do certain physical actions.
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And for such a short stay here in this plain, the pressure we put on ourselves (or something else puts on us) to build, acquire and own things is immense. We build these things, own these things and kill to maintain these things, yet we die and leave these things.

Sensational stuff. That pressure to build, acquire, succeed, where did it come from initially? Modern civilization is a fast paced, no look back movement, but where are we rushing to if we can't be here long enough to really enjoy those things?

Why do we expend so much energy in doing things that are pointless in the grand scheme of things?

Metaphysics and neuroscience have tried to explain that these energy that we generate do not just go away, they can be channeled, absorbed or expelled...and harvested.

Is there any more to our existence or there's something else non of us energy generators knows about. 😬

When I look at the chickens in my backyard, I usually think, poor fellas, they don't know I am just growing them for their meat so they help sustain my life. Even though the cock and the hens have the family thing going on. And the brooding hen have the motherhood thing going on with her chick's. All for what, to become meat on my plate and nutrient for the sustenance of my life.

I wonder if there's something else looking at me the way I look at the chickens in my backyard. Even though I have the whole live life, build wealth, marry the love of my life, have wonderful kids and all that going on, what if we are someone else's chickens in the backyard?

Are we just chickens in someone else's backyard?

Before advanced science, many cultures around the world already believed in reincarnation. Basically old energy/consciousness taking up a new body to continue working the earth plantation.

Who's incharge? Who owns the plantation?

Are we existing strictly to feed an entirely different, advanced beings?

I read somewhere that the Pyramids of Giza and the rest of the pyramids in Africa were some kind of energy power plant. They were used in converting vibrational energies generated on earth into some form of wave radiation.

Yes, the same pyramids that mainstream archeology have failed so far to decipher exactly who built them or what they were/are used for.

I think about this a lot when the pressure to succeed becomes a tad overwhelming. Because, to what end?

Anyway, I have decided to be more delusional about my future. More ambitious about life. I am absolutely going to succeed in gathering as much material wealth as my heart desires. Life is good.

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