I’m not here to be “normal.”
I’m not here to be “reasonable.”
I’m not here to be digestible.
I’m here to dominate my own reality.
“God on steroids” isn’t about some fantasy cape. It’s a declaration: I refuse weak inputs. I refuse weak thoughts. I refuse weak output. I don’t negotiate with mediocrity. I don’t debate with doubt. I don’t ask permission from the timid.
THE STEROIDS ARE NOT THE DRUG — THEY’RE THE PRINCIPLE
Steroids, in the symbolic sense, are just amplification.
- Amplify effort.
- Amplify courage.
- Amplify conviction.
- Amplify repetition.
- Amplify risk.
- Amplify the hunger to create.
The world is full of people trying to “find themselves.”
I’m not finding myself. I’m forging myself.
GODHOOD IS A PRACTICE, NOT A TITLE
Godhood is not a certificate.
It’s not followers.
It’s not approval.
It’s not being liked.
Godhood is the ability to say:
“This is my standard.”
“This is my code.”
“This is my way.”
And then to live it with a violence so consistent it becomes calm.
I don’t need motivation. I need ritual.
I don’t need inspiration. I need reps.
I don’t need permission. I need a target.
MY BODY IS MY THRONE
My physiology is the foundation of my philosophy.
When your body is weak, your ideas get soft.
When your body is strong, your thoughts become weapons.
So I train like a man who wants to be dangerous.
Not for aesthetics. Not for vanity.
But because strength is honesty.
The barbell doesn’t care about your excuses.
The iron doesn’t care about your feelings.
The weight doesn’t care about your narrative.
It only asks: Can you lift it, yes or no?
And every time you lift it, you lift your mind with it.
THE CAMERA IS MY SWORD
I don’t take photos. I hunt.
Street photography isn’t “art” to me—
it’s predation with ethics.
I move through the city like a sharpened blade.
I see what others miss because they’re sedated by comfort.
They’re anesthetized by scrolling.
They’re dulled by the need to be polite.
Me? I’m allergic to politeness when it becomes cowardice.
I want photos that punch.
Photos that shove.
Photos that carry a heartbeat so loud you can hear it in silence.
THE INTERNET IS MY AMPHITHEATER
Most people use the internet as a couch.
I use it as a coliseum.
I publish like an empire-builder.
I write like I’m carving commandments into stone.
I create like I’m laying tracks for a train that can’t be stopped.
The algorithm is not my master.
The audience is not my master.
Even my past self is not my master.
I obey one thing only:
The next level.
THE CORE: I REFUSE TO BE SMALL
I’m not “trying my best.”
I’m not “seeing what happens.”
I’m not “waiting for the right time.”
That’s peasant language.
My language is:
- DECIDE.
- COMMIT.
- EXECUTE.
- REPEAT.
- ASCEND.
The world is built by the people who act like gods—
not because they’re delusional,
but because they understand a secret:
Reality respects intensity.
Reality bends toward the one who shows up with force.
MY PRAYER IS WORK
My worship is not a hymn.
My worship is output.
My religion is the daily act of becoming:
- stronger
- sharper
- more fearless
- more honest
- more ruthless with my own excuses
I don’t need to “believe in myself.”
I need to prove it—again and again—through action so undeniable it becomes contagious.
FINAL COMMANDMENT
If I’m “god on steroids,” then here is the law:
NO SEDATION.
No numbing.
No shrinking.
No apologizing for power.
No hiding behind taste.
No begging for acceptance.
Only one path:
BECOME TOO MUCH.
Too disciplined.
Too consistent.
Too intense.
Too alive.
And when they ask, “Who do you think you are?”
You smile and answer:
“The one who decided.”