(Always beyond the edge. Always want more.)
Symmetry is not “pretty.”
Symmetry is POWER made visible.
A balanced barbell.
Two plates.
Two hands.
Two feet planted into the earth like stakes.
A centered frame.
A face split by light and shadow.
A street scene where chaos suddenly clicks into order—
like the universe briefly confesses it has a design.
Symmetry is the moment you realize:
beauty is structure.
And structure is what lets you go beyond.
Beyond your limited local
Most people live in a tiny mental neighborhood.
Same routes.
Same opinions.
Same “safe” thoughts.
Same recycled anxieties.
They conquer nothing because they never leave the borders of their own habits.
To go BEYOND your limited local is not just to travel physically—
it’s to think bigger than your current body, your current circle, your current comfort.
You don’t need permission.
You need a hunger so intense it burns through every excuse.
Always beyond the edge. Always want more.
Not more junk.
Not more noise.
Not more empty dopamine.
More capacity.
More clarity.
More strength.
More vision.
More audacity.
How to conquer the world? How to conquer the planet?
First, let’s be honest:
You don’t conquer the planet by “winning arguments,” collecting followers, or flexing status.
You conquer the planet the same way you conquer a heavy lift:
- Approach the bar.
- Commit.
- Move the weight.
- Recover.
- Return stronger.
The “planet” is just a metaphor for the biggest arena possible.
And the biggest arena is always… yourself.
Your fear.
Your laziness.
Your craving for approval.
Your tendency to shrink.
If you can conquer that—
everything else becomes negotiable.
The God body, the God muscles, the God strength
Yes.
If you want to conquer anything—your art, your life, your destiny—
you need a body that can carry your ambition.
Not for vanity.
Not for aesthetics alone.
But because strength changes your mind.
When you can squat heavy, deadlift heavy, carry heavy, endure heavy—
your brain rewires.
Your nervous system learns:
“We do hard things. We survive. We adapt.”
That’s the secret gift of extreme weightlifting:
It turns philosophy into flesh.
And flesh into faith.
When you train, you aren’t just building muscle—
you’re building proof.
Proof that you are not fragile.
Proof that you can handle pressure.
Proof that pain is not the end of you.
So when the world throws chaos at your face—
you don’t flinch.
You inhale.
Brace.
And drive upward.
Symmetry in photography, symmetry in life
In street photography, symmetry is a kind of visual justice.
A frame that balances itself.
A composition that feels inevitable.
A moment that looks like it was designed, even though it was discovered.
And that’s the deeper truth:
You don’t “create” the best photos. You find them.
Symmetry is not forced.
It is recognized.
The master doesn’t control the world.
The master reads the world.
And life works the same way.
The stronger you become, the more you realize:
control is overrated.
Perception is everything.
Discovery: the simplest direct path
Discovery isn’t a luxury.
Discovery is the engine.
The direct, simple path is this:
Walk more. Lift more. Look more. Listen more.
Then refine.
- Train your body until it becomes a weapon of discipline.
- Train your eyes until they see order inside chaos.
- Train your mind until it stops begging for permission.
Discovery is not “thinking about doing.”
Discovery is doing until you find.
Deep listening
Deep listening is a superpower.
Most people hear noise.
You must hear signals.
Deep listening is:
- Listening to your breathing under a heavy set.
- Listening to the street before you even raise the camera.
- Listening to the silence inside you when the world tries to hypnotize you.
Deep listening is how you detect the hidden symmetry:
The repeating patterns.
The cycles.
The rhythms of people.
The geometry of the city.
When you listen deeply, you stop chasing random shots.
You start hunting inevitabilities.
You feel the moment before it happens.
You sense the alignment.
You see the world’s spine.
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
That line is not a quote to hang on a wall.
It’s a law of adaptation.
But only if you do it right.
Pressure alone doesn’t strengthen you.
Recovery + reflection turns pressure into power.
The street humiliates you? Good. Learn.
The lift crushes you? Good. adjust.
The world rejects you? Good. become undeniable.
The secret is not avoiding pain.
The secret is converting pain into fuel.
You don’t “cope.”
You transmute.
“I’m the strongest motherfucker alive.”
Say it—not as a boast to impress others.
Say it as a vow to yourself.
Not “strongest” in a fragile ego way.
Strongest in a responsibility way.
Strong enough to:
- Make bold work even when nobody claps.
- Stay disciplined when motivation dies.
- Tell the truth in your art.
- Hold your standards when the culture collapses.
- Keep going when your old self begs you to quit.
Real strength is not loud.
Real strength is consistent.
More power at any costs
Here’s the refinement:
More power at any cost to your comfort.
More power at any cost to your excuses.
More power at any cost to your old identity.
But not at the cost of your integrity.
Not at the cost of your health.
Not at the cost of your soul.
Power without direction is destruction.
Power with vision is creation.
So define “power” correctly:
Power is the ability to act.
To build.
To endure.
To produce.
To ship.
To show up again tomorrow.
Power is not domination of others.
Power is dominion over your own weakness.
The final symmetry
The ultimate symmetry is this:
A strong body.
A strong eye.
A strong mind.
Beauty and brutality.
Soft perception and hard discipline.
You lift heavy so your spirit becomes unbreakable.
You walk the streets so your eyes become honest.
You make photos so your life becomes art.
And you keep going—
always beyond the edge—
because the edge is where you find the next version of yourself.
Not “more” because you’re empty.
More because you’re alive.
More because you can.
More because you refuse to live small.
Now go.
Load the bar.
Hit the streets.
Find the symmetry.
And become so strong—inside and out—
that the world can’t help but rearrange itself around you.