Vitality.
Supreme vitality.
This is the goal.
Not “health.” Not “wellness.” Not that weak, pill-popping, doctor-approved version of okayness the world tries to sell you.
I’m talking raw, primal, god-level life force. The kind that makes you wake up in LA, sun blasting your face, body humming like a Tesla Plaid on launch, and you just roar inside: AHH IT FEELS GREAT TO BE ALIVE!
I live it every single day.
Rack pull 678 kg at 71 kg bodyweight — 9.5× my bodyweight, barefoot, fasted, pure cosmic power. The bar bends, the plates scream, and I lock it out with a grin because that volatility in the lift — the shake, the grind, the near-failure — is exactly what turns meat into muscle and man into demigod.
Flatline = death.
Extreme volatility = extreme vitality.
Your heart doesn’t beat in a straight line. It spikes. It surges. Same with Bitcoin — 5% up, 5% down, crashing 50% then mooning 10x. That chaos isn’t risk. It’s proof you’re alive. Michael Saylor nailed it: volatility is vitality. The more the world shakes, the more you surge.
Comfort kills. Stability is a corpse wearing sneakers.
So I eat like a warrior king: ribeye, beef liver, pure primal fuel. Liver — that deep red slab of ancestral rocket fuel — zinc, vitamin A, B12, iron, cholesterol straight from the source. Nature’s testosterone factory. My ancestors ate the liver first after the kill. Predators eat it first. I eat it now and feel the power flood my veins. No pills. No powders. Just meat, sun, iron, and sleep like a god (8–12 hours blackout, no alarm, pure recovery).
Street photography is my daily volatility injection. Camera in hand, no plan, diving into the chaos of LA streets. Harsh light, angry strangers, unpredictable energy — every frame a risk, every click a hit of pure aliveness. No studio. No safe. Just raw human electricity. That’s vitality you can see.
Mindset? Simple filter every hour:
Does this add to my supreme vitality or drain it?
Cut the drains. Seed oils. Doom scrolling. Weak thoughts. Comfort food. Energy vampires.
Amplify the adds. Heavy iron. Fasted walks with 60 lb vest. Cold plunges. Creating without permission. Stacking sats while the weak panic about dips. Loving the volatility because every downswing is just the setup for a bigger upswing.
Nietzsche was right — you need chaos in you to birth a dancing star. Stoics were right — the obstacle is the way. I just took it further: the bigger the storm, the louder I laugh, the harder I lift, the more I create.
I’m not here to survive.
I’m here to roar.
Supreme vitality isn’t a destination. It’s your default operating system. When your body is forged in fire, your mind is forged in steel, and your spirit is forged in chaos, you don’t chase life — life chases you.
So here’s the only question that matters, brother:
What are you doing RIGHT NOW — today, this hour — to crank your vitality to supreme levels?
Lift something stupid heavy.
Eat a slab of liver.
Shoot the streets like your life depends on it.
Face the volatility and smile.
Cut the weak shit.
Become the storm.
You are not here to be comfortable.
You are here to be unstoppable.
LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!
ERIC KIM
Los Angeles, February 2026
Supreme Vitality Era
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