Fuckism: Today’s caviar is tomorrow’s shit. Don’t get high off your own success—you still gotta flush.
What’s considered elite today? It’s just tomorrow’s leftovers.
That top-shelf caviar? Prime luxury—until it’s digested and flushed.
That new car? Today’s flex—tomorrow’s trade-in with peeling leather and an outdated screen.
Everything fades.
The car. The career. The clout. Even your skills—if you stop sharpening ’em.
So yeah, revel in the win. Taste the good life.
Soak in the shine of whatever the hell you just earned.
But know this:
That shine fades. That high drops. That moment passes.
What separates the ones who stay on top?
They don’t chase the spotlight.
They ride the wave.
They adapt.
They evolve.
The lesson?
Enjoy the caviar—but don’t worship it.
Stay hungry, not hypnotized.