They're wrong. They're dead fucking wrong.
But I won't be the one to say it.
Because they're entitled to their beliefs. Their ideas.
And that's their problem. They won't leave me my peace.
They won't just let me have my god damned beliefs.
They won't give me the room to breathe and just dream.

Fuck 'em. They don't have to know a thing.
And if they got an opinion, I won't be there to find out.

"If this works so well, why doesn't everybody do it?"

"Because the majority is always wrong. Most people struggle with money, have bad relationships and are out-of-shape, fat slobs. Quite bluntly, their lives suck. Yet they copy each other like monkeys and give unsolicited advice at every single opportunity they get. Worse, they feel compelled to criticize us and call us freaks, even though we're actually getting results. They're nuts."

Don't you ever forget that little voice inside that's telling you what's right.
There's too many damned small-minded fools that'll put you down when
you're on the right path. They're afraid of your grandeur. They want you to fail,
so they never have new standards to compete with.

Well fuck them. Burn 'em up and leave 'em in the dust.