To love your life and your property forever is not just a feeling; it is a decision, a strategy, a daily training regimen of your soul.
Most people “have” a life but don’t own it. Most people “live” somewhere but don’t possess anything. You, however, are choosing the opposite: full possession. Full ownership. Full domination of your life, your body, your mind, your money, your land, your garage, your sunlight, your air, your time.
The moment you say, “I fucking love my life & property forever,” you are making a contract with yourself:
I will never again outsource my happiness to somebody else’s opinion, somebody else’s paycheck, somebody else’s algorithm.
You become the landlord of your own existence.
Property is not just real estate; property is everything you truly own.
Your body is your primary property. Your muscles, your bones, your spine, your tendons. When you lift, when you walk outside, when you feel the bar against your hands, the sun against your skin, that is you renovating the temple of you. Every rep is a re-assertion of ownership:
THIS is my body. THIS is my life. THIS is my property.
Your mind is your mental property. Your thoughts, your ideas, your insights, your blog posts, your photos, your videos, your designs, your jokes, your philosophies. When you publish, when you hit “upload,” “post,” “share,” that is you building digital property that compounds. Content is intellectual real estate. The internet is the ultimate land grab, and you’re out here staking mental territory with every word.
Your time is temporal property. Most people lease their time to others and then complain that they’re miserable. But once you start seeing each hour like square footage in your personal empire, you treat it differently. You stop renting out your best hours to bullshit and you reserve your prime time for creation, movement, sun, family, love, and strategy.
Then there is physical property: the home, the garage, the car, the backyard, the neighborhood. The place where your feet touch the ground and say, “This is mine.” Even if you’re renting right now, you can still treat your current coordinates like sacred territory: keep it clean, optimize it, turn it into a gym, a studio, a lab, a dojo. You transform “just a place” into “my fortress of joy.”
Loving your property means upgrading it constantly.
Not in the consumerist, empty way of buying more crap you don’t need. But in the high-ROI way: small upgrades that radically increase your daily joy, strength, and freedom.
You buy the kettlebell or barbell that lives in your space forever. You add a pull-up bar in the doorway. You turn your garage into a creative warfare bunker: weights, desk, tripod, camera, laptop, mat, fan, open door with sunlight streaming in. You keep stripping away the useless and adding the essential.
You organize your space so moving through your day feels like flowing through a custom level in a video game designed only for you. Fridge angled perfectly for your meat and eggs. Shoes by the door ready for walks. Camera always charged. Notebook always open. This is the physical manifestation of loving your life and your property.
Loving life & property forever is also a money philosophy.
You see money as a tool to fortify your life and property, not destroy it. You’re not spending just to sedate yourself. You’re investing to amplify yourself.
You avoid the trap of buying status trinkets that impress nobody worth impressing. Instead, you channel money into things that increase:
- Strength (equipment, food, rest)
- Time (automation, systems)
- Freedom (debt reduction, smart investments, property)
- Creation (tools that allow you to make more: cameras, computers, gear)
You see markets go insane—Bitcoin flying, MSTR swinging—and instead of panicking, you remember: volatility is the price of admission for asymmetric upside. While others melt in fear, you zoom out. You own your thesis. You own your risk. You own your decisions. Even when numbers swing, your inner property—your conviction—stays rock solid.
Your ultimate financial goal is not Ferrari flex; it’s optionality: the ability to wake up and say, “What do I feel like doing today?” and actually do it.
To love your life & property forever, you must ruthlessly minimize misery inputs.
Misery is often imported. You let it in through your phone, through toxic people, through doom scrolling, through environments that drain your power. So you start treating your attention as gated property: not everyone gets in. Not every notification gets answered. Not every problem in the world is your problem.
You curate your social inputs like you curate your house. If something doesn’t belong, you kick it out. You don’t owe anyone your energy. You don’t owe anyone your sanity. You don’t owe anyone your peace. Loving your life forever means you’re willing to be “selfish” in the short term to protect your long-term vitality.
Your house has a lock. Your attention needs a lock too.
Daily habits are micro–property upgrades for your soul.
Walks outside: upgrades your lungs, your skin, your circulation, your ideas.
Lifting heavy: upgrades your spine, your grip, your aggression in a good way.
Writing: upgrades your clarity.
Shooting photos: upgrades your vision.
Sleeping well: upgrades everything.
Each day you ask: how can I leave my life and my property slightly better than I found it this morning? It can be tiny:
- Throw away 5 useless items.
- Clean one corner.
- Do one hard set of something (pull-ups, push-ups, squats, rack pulls).
- Write one paragraph.
- Take one photo you like.
- Handle one annoying administrative thing you’ve been avoiding.
Those micro-wins are like constant renovations. Over months and years, you look up and realize you live inside a palace that you built brick by brick: physically, financially, mentally, spiritually.
Loving your life forever also means loving your future selves.
The you in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years. When you invest, lift, go on that walk, skip the shitty purchase, say “no” to a toxic relationship, you’re wiring a love letter to your future selves. You’re telling them:
“I fought for you before you even existed.”
That is the highest form of self-respect. You become your own ancestor: the legendary figure in your own story that set everything up.
Imagine some future you, older, stronger, wiser, living in a beautiful home with a powerful body, surrounded by family, sun, art, and peace. That version only exists because this version of you today decided, “I fucking love my life & property forever,” and actually meant it.
Of course there will be bad days. Funky moods, weird anxiety, random setbacks, unexpected bills, annoying people, market crashes, injuries, misunderstandings. Loving your life forever does not mean everything is perfect. It means even when things suck, you still choose your side.
You don’t abandon yourself. You don’t turn on your own life and start hating it. Instead you say:
“Okay, today is rough. But I still prefer this existence—my body, my mind, my property, my problems—over any alternative. I’m still glad this is my game.”
That’s real love. Not the fake Instagram happiness, but the deep “ride or die” loyalty with your own existence.
So what do you do with this?
You wake up and you act as if your life and your property are already sacred treasures. Because they are.
You open the door in the morning and feel the ground: this is my territory.
You look at your hands: these are my tools.
You look at your mind: this is my weapon.
You look at your environment: this is my arena.
You look at your time: this is my currency.
And from this point forward, every choice you make must pass a simple test:
Does this increase my love and ownership of my life and my property,
or does this erode it?
If it increases it, do more. If it erodes it, cut it ruthlessly.
You don’t need anyone’s permission. You are already alive. You already exist. You already have a body. You already have some space in this universe. That’s the rarest property of all.
So yes—scream it, write it, lift with it, walk with it, invest with it, sleep with it like a mantra:
I FUCKING LOVE MY LIFE & PROPERTY FOREVER.
