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Had a wholesome, full circle moment today during an install. Got to this beautiful house deep in the woods. Nice old retired couple. They kept apologizing for talking to me so much. They wanted to know where my name originated from. My story. My business. They go “we need to let you work, but you’re too interesting to talk to.” Lol. Did my walk around. Told them I’d leave some of the existing system as-is. I told them “whoever installed this back in the day did a good job.” They agreed. I started to replace a few lights. An hour later I hear them in the living room complaining about their old electrical contractor company. How the service used to be amazing and now it’s garbage. And that’s why they called me. I eavesdropped and chimed in. “Yeah, they sold the company a while back.” The woman lit up. “That makes so much sense. We used to have the best guy who would always come and fix everything so quick.” I said, “Yeah they used to be a great company. My dad actually worked for them a long time ago.” They both jumped off the couch and said, “Wait a minute! The electrician who used to fix everything. He was Bosnian too!” They looked at each other. “What was his name?” I asked, “[insert my dad’s name]?” “YES!!! Oh my god, we loved your dad. He’s the one who put this whole system in.” The woman looked at me and said, “Oh my god! I had a gut feeling about your company that’s why I called you! I can’t believe it! Last time he was here was 20 years ago! You can move in right now if you want.” Her husband goes, “Do you want a drink?!” The same system I replaced today. My dad installed 20 years ago. And to think I complimented his work without even knowing it. Legend.

My family came to America in 1997 after the Bosnian war. Parents fled Yugoslavia in a Yugo car with two grenades under the dash. If the enemy killed my Dad, my mom would blow herself and everyone else up instead of getting gang raped. Something that happened frequently then. Drove for days. Stopping at gas stations to rummage through the trash for moldy bread to eat. Finally got to Germany. Lived there for 5 years, had 2 kids. Cleaned toilets. Worked on construction sites. We all lived in a one room apartment. Papers ran out. Back to war you go. Either that, or The United States of America. The magical words. The life changing words. Was a no brainer. My parents, my brother, and myself. 30, 29, 4, 1 year old. 2 suitcases. Pocket full of cash. We went on food stamps for 1 week. 7 days. Before my Yugoslavian college educated, proper, well spoken Mother became too ashamed to take government assistance. So she scrubbed toilets in the evening. Then went to work at the battery factory at night. Swallowed her ego. Enrolled in community college during the day. Graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Then bachelor’s. Then masters. Then teacher. Then professor. G. My dad worked around the clock. Don’t really have memories of him from when I was younger. That’s how much he worked. He was the rock. No emotions. Man of few words. Grove up in extreme poverty. Small town in Bosnia that will go extinct in 10 more years. They did all of that, while raising, and giving me and my brother EVERYTHING. We started from 0. We are worth $10,000,000.00 now. From 0. All of us rich in the most important ways. Healthy. Happy. Safe. Blessed. Together. GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Luck is worthless. You create your own luck. Preparation + Opportunity = Luck We’re going to argue generational lotteries? Seems trivial. That’s like arguing about the sun. Some things we can’t control. You know what we can control? Ourselves. Get to work. It might be harder for you than it was for us. Might also be easier. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Thinking anything but IT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. Is already admitting defeat.

I love capitalism. I just did a quote for a massive construction company. As I walked through their offices, I found a huge room of blue Fastenal vending machines. They were filled with tools, drill bits, blades, hardhats, etc. Each one had a price on the window. Intrigued, I asked the owner what is the story on these. He mentioned to me that Fastenal comes in and stocks up all the different types of tools and PPE this specific construction company needs. Everything is priced way above Home Depot or Lowe’s prices. The construction company only pays for the tools or items whenever somebody actually “buys” them vs stocking 200 hard hats at once or keeping inventory of miscellaneous tools. This saves the company countless hours of labor since the employee doesn’t have to go to Home Depot or Lowe’s aka travel time, walking around the store, and scrolling on Instagram in the parking lot. Less time shopping for tools = more time working and charging the customer. Owner said no matter how much they spend on the parts in these machines, they save ten fold on labor. Of course the machine also automatically tracks when inventory is low and a guy comes out to fill it back up. Fucking genius. Only in America! 🇺🇸🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

I’m not going to lie. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. Being a Bosnian refugee is a super niche life path. There’s less than million of us on the planet. We were the white kids in school that had super foreign parents. “In America we shower everyday.” it said on the refugee paperwork when my parents came to America. Mind you, my mom had her masters degree by then. Lol. We didn’t have grandparents. All those cool memories and stories the American kids had with their Grandmas or Grandpas? We can’t relate. Mine couldn’t make it out before the bombings started. Jebiga, šta ćeš? Growing up a refugee in America? You don’t have aunts. You don’t have cousins. You don’t have roots. It’s you and your immediate family. Mixed in with the other Bosnian families who happened to get shipped out to that same town. Mi smo Bosanci. Tight knit. Small country. With survival hardcoded in our Ottoman brains. So when thousands of us get a chance to get together and watch our young country play a World Cup game? Yeah. We are going to go crazy. And most likely overboard. Can you blame us? Yesterday at the game, I saw all the Canadians watch in awe to the passion we had singing out songs in that stadium. By that point? We might as well have won the whole World Cup already. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. No question. Start to finish. Side by side with my fifty nine year old dad who gave us everything, my older brother who’s first two languages were German and Bosnian, my second cousins, my two child hood best friends, my country men marching to support our team at the World Cup? Legendary day. I’ve never felt more Bosnian. It’s like the foreign part of me that I suppressed for 29 years, so that I can assimilate, finally got activated like I was Thanos with an infinity stone. Patriotism. Brotherhood. A culture. An identity. People who look like you. People who talk like you. People with the same morales. Same principles. That feeling alone I’ll never forget. “Jel si ti naš (are you one of ours)?” every Bosnian has heard that question before. “Pa naravno.” With a shrug of the shoulders. Iykyk.

I met my girlfriend at a bar in 2022. Love at first sight. At that point I was 25 years old. Moved back in with my parents to save money. Bought and renovated a duplex. And was making $60k a year. She was on food stamps, paying $70k/yr for Physician Assitant school, with $1,200 in her bank account. We did long distance for a year. When she visited me, she stayed at my parent’s house. 2 weeks after meeting, we started dating. 6 months in I took her to Europe. 1 year later she moved to my hometown. Today? We’ve been together four years. Planning on life together. I’m on track to make over $500-600k this year, most likely more but I’m being conservative. My girlfriend will make around $180-190k this year. That’s ~$7-800k a year. Average couple around us makes around $120-180k. We still live way below our means. No designer bullshit. Drive a Chevy Silverado and a Ford Bronco. She prefers to shop on FB marketplace and thrift stores for the charm with the occasional higher quality boutique splurges. Our glassware is brewery glasses and mason jars. Our cutlery is from Macy’s. I wear $3 shirts daily and Banana Republic outlet fits. None of this is by intention or that fact that we’re cheap. We just don’t know any better. We grew up lower class. We met, what feels like, yesterday. From lower middle to middle class families. We were two broke kids who fell in love. 4 years later we’re two adults with more money than we can spend. It takes a while for that new money mindset to creep in. To us, spending a couple hundred on random “luxuries” is still hard to do. But truthfully, living well below our means makes our lives way easier. As a man, who you choose to be your Queen is the most important decision you will make. The right one will help you build your empire. The wrong one will cost you everything.

Just bought my Dad a Rolex. $10,400. 💸 More than well deserved. He brought us here to the US when I was 11 months old. Family of 4 at the age of 30. Refugee. Worked 2 jobs. Side jobs. Learned his 3rd language. Helped raise us. Was always there for us. Started working for himself. Taught me everything I know about life, real estate, money, relationships, etc. He grew up incredibly poor in Yugoslavia (now Bosnia). 500 sqft home. Family of 5. No car. Parents were an arranged marriage & had no formal education. He gave us the world, so the least I could do was get him something unexpected. 2 years ago I asked the Rolex dealer, in my area, to put me on the waitlist for a Submariner. She texted me the other day, “you got the allocation.” His birthday is this month. Did the stars align? Maybe. At first I didn’t have much interest in the watch, was in the middle of working when I got the text. Then I remembered why I even asked to be on the list, in the first place. It was for my Dad. Fuck it. Sometimes, you have to do what feels right. Not what makes the most financial sense. We only live once on this Earth. The money? I’ll make it back. Memories & time spent with my Dad? I only get one shot at that. I knew that on my deathbed one day, I’ll think back to the day he teared up and couldn’t look at me, when I told him I’m buying him his dream watch. Za moj jedini Tata, nek si ti meni ziv i zdrav jos sto godina. ❤️💪🏼

Late 20s start to expose you. Your early 20s? - Big talk - Big ideas - Big dreams - Big excuses - Plenty of “next years” But now 30 is closing in. And deep down, you know you’ve been doing things wrong. Good. That pressure you feel? You need it. Because self-accountability is the only way out. You cannot win at life without it. It’s very simple. You get what you deserve in life. *barring true uncontrollable events. - Your physique - Your job/business - Your bank account - Your family - Your daily life It’s all a reflection of your choices. The second you admit: - You’ve wasted time - You’ve lied to yourself - You’ve avoided the work - You’ve made excuses Everything starts to change. Most people never get there. They hide behind: - The economy - Bad luck - Their boss - Their parents - “Mental health” Blame is easy. Accountability is brutal. But accountability works. The shift happens when you start owning everything. You’re late? Should’ve left earlier. You’re broke? Should’ve worked more hours and saved more. You’re fat? Should’ve eaten better, and trained harder. You’re “behind” in life? Should’ve made better decisions. Every little excuse compounds into your character. But once you take full ownership, the growth is scary. - You become disciplined - You seek challenge - You stop fearing failure - You start winning I’ve been on both sides. - Broke - Bitter - Depressed A loser. The day it changed was the day I said: I’m the problem. And the only way out? Is through. Take full accountability for everything. And start small. Every problem? Blame yourself. Be accountable. Learn from mistakes. Analyze everything. And move forward. The choice is always yours. The person they bury one day will be the person YOU built. No one else. Build someone today that you’ll be proud of tomorrow.

Growing up there was a kid in my high school from a rich family. He would always talk about this one stock nonstop and how it was going to change the world. I vividly remember the lunch room conversations. This was around 2014. He never planned on going to college. Was always working two or three jobs. Was a stoner. And only talked about money and investing. He wasn’t popular. More of a prep than a jock. Didn’t really fit in anywhere. Just did his thing. People would always ask him why he was working so much. Why he wasn’t focused on college or taking over his family’s real estate business. He had his own plans and didn’t care how it looked. Last I heard he made a few million. Moved out west. Bought a big farm. Grows a lot of weed. Just travels all the time. Every now and then I see him pop up on my Facebook doing some random biking trip in the middle of nowhere. Different state. Different country. That one stock he kept putting all his money into? Tesla. Lessons? Trust your gut. Stick to your convictions. Think long term. Don't listen to brokies.

Vibes are electric. The city of Toronto has no idea what they’re in for. 30,000 Bosnians going to out number Canada for their own home opener in their own country. We’ve taken over an entire block so far. Coffee shops around playing our music. Drums. Flares. Cars. Flags. All singing and marching to the game. We even shut down the tram on one street so they had to bring the bike cops to clear the way. Lol.

Looking like a home game for Bosnia. We just linked up with another group of us marching. What started with fifty of us now ended up as thousands of us shutting down all of King Street. A small group of us found each other from my home state, maybe like 15 of us. My dad ran into some of his old friends from back in our hometown that he hasn’t seen since before the war. Helicopter flying overhead. Toronto natives on their balconies and leaving their shops to take videos. Police all around shutting down side streets. Even the Canadians in the red jerseys taking videos of our march. This shit is nuts. We need a big win to follow and things will get even crazier! Hajmo Bosno! 🇧🇦⚽️🏆

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I’m officially a millionaire. 28 y.o. Current Net Worth 4/6/25 Total: $1.002 M 📈 Tracked NW since I was 20. 💰NerdWallet: $762k 🛠️Biz Cash: $117k 🪙Crypto Holdings: $21k 💵Cash: $19k 🧾Business AR: $83k (instead of my business’ worth) Here’s what I learned on my journey.🧵

Buenos Aires is interesting. Thought it would be more first world than it is. Which, as a traveler, I like. Less rules, more common sense. Was definitely surprised to see the state of the neighborhoods just outside of the city. Very poor. Palermo is nice. If I lived here this is where I would be. Another hipster Brooklyn type of neighborhood infused with South America. Good food. Good looking, well dressed people. Fun vibe. Idk if it’s because I have real money now but everything feels borderline free here. Ubers for $3-5. Brunch for $12. 9 course Michelin quality dinners for $150. World class leather jackets and loafers for a fraction of what it costs in America. Service here is great, and the people are very nice. They never rush you while you dine, but they do show up when you need unlike Spaniards who go MIA for 4 hours when you’re looking for the check. Lol. Weather feels tropical but it’s not. No iguanas crawling all over like in Costa Rica. Streets are dirty, but that’s common city shit, similar to a NYC. One thing in Buenos Aires that they got right for sure is the trees all throughout the streets. Keeps the calm, natural vibe. Yerba mate is fire, will definitely start drinking it. Markets galore here, which I like. Tomorrow we’ll do their biggest market San Telmo and a Boca Juniors game to follow. Overall, I’m still not a fan of big cities no matter where I go. Been to many countries, and many cities all throughout the world. Still not a city guy. As for the steaks? Azorean steaks are superior to Argentina’s imo. Although I have a reservation at Fogon Asado tonight so that may change in the next few hours.

Life just got a lot more interesting. Reminder to all, you can just do things.

Fuck you money is called fuck you money for a reason. I make $50,000 a month in profit now. My “fuck you money” badge just got unlocked on my character recently. I used to look to save money. Lol. Now? Bro. This shit is fucking fake. I spent $200 yesterday for no reason. I made $540 today for no reason. That’s abundance mindset in a nutshell. I’ll be honest, y’all know me. Back in 2020? Unemployed. Broke. Undisciplined. Distracted. Unsure MOAC? I was not thinking about $50k months at all. My goal was like $20k a month by this age. Now? I’m looking at $100k a month. That’s the next life milestone to manifest. “You should aim higher.” Yeah no shit guy. Try telling that to my broke ass six years ago. I was making $46k a year, saving a couple hundred dollars a month! Tf… That’s what I gave the bouncer last night to cut a line at some mid ass bar just because I got fuck you money now.

I love capitalism. I just did a quote for a massive construction company. As I walked through their offices, I found a huge room of blue Fastenal vending machines. They were filled with tools, drill bits, blades, hardhats, etc. Each one had a price on the window. Intrigued, I asked the owner what is the story on these. He mentioned to me that Fastenal comes in and stocks up all the different types of tools and PPE this specific construction company needs. Everything is priced way above Home Depot or Lowe’s prices. The construction company only pays for the tools or items whenever somebody actually “buys” them vs stocking 200 hard hats at once or keeping inventory of miscellaneous tools. This saves the company countless hours of labor since the employee doesn’t have to go to Home Depot or Lowe’s aka travel time, walking around the store, and scrolling on Instagram in the parking lot. Less time shopping for tools = more time working and charging the customer. Owner said no matter how much they spend on the parts in these machines, they save ten fold on labor. Of course the machine also automatically tracks when inventory is low and a guy comes out to fill it back up. Fucking genius. Only in America! 🇺🇸🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

My family came to America in 1997 after the Bosnian war. Parents fled Yugoslavia in a Yugo car with two grenades under the dash. If the enemy killed my Dad, my mom would blow herself and everyone else up instead of getting gang raped. Something that happened frequently then. Drove for days. Stopping at gas stations to rummage through the trash for moldy bread to eat. Finally got to Germany. Lived there for 5 years, had 2 kids. Cleaned toilets. Worked on construction sites. We all lived in a one room apartment. Papers ran out. Back to war you go. Either that, or The United States of America. The magical words. The life changing words. Was a no brainer. My parents, my brother, and myself. 30, 29, 4, 1 year old. 2 suitcases. Pocket full of cash. We went on food stamps for 1 week. 7 days. Before my Yugoslavian college educated, proper, well spoken Mother became too ashamed to take government assistance. So she scrubbed toilets in the evening. Then went to work at the battery factory at night. Swallowed her ego. Enrolled in community college during the day. Graduated with a 4.0 GPA. Then bachelor’s. Then masters. Then teacher. Then professor. G. My dad worked around the clock. Don’t really have memories of him from when I was younger. That’s how much he worked. He was the rock. No emotions. Man of few words. Grove up in extreme poverty. Small town in Bosnia that will go extinct in 10 more years. They did all of that, while raising, and giving me and my brother EVERYTHING. We started from 0. We are worth $10,000,000.00 now. From 0. All of us rich in the most important ways. Healthy. Happy. Safe. Blessed. Together. GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Luck is worthless. You create your own luck. Preparation + Opportunity = Luck We’re going to argue generational lotteries? Seems trivial. That’s like arguing about the sun. Some things we can’t control. You know what we can control? Ourselves. Get to work. It might be harder for you than it was for us. Might also be easier. You’ll never know if you don’t try. Thinking anything but IT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU. Is already admitting defeat.

Had a wholesome, full circle moment today during an install. Got to this beautiful house deep in the woods. Nice old retired couple. They kept apologizing for talking to me so much. They wanted to know where my name originated from. My story. My business. They go “we need to let you work, but you’re too interesting to talk to.” Lol. Did my walk around. Told them I’d leave some of the existing system as-is. I told them “whoever installed this back in the day did a good job.” They agreed. I started to replace a few lights. An hour later I hear them in the living room complaining about their old electrical contractor company. How the service used to be amazing and now it’s garbage. And that’s why they called me. I eavesdropped and chimed in. “Yeah, they sold the company a while back.” The woman lit up. “That makes so much sense. We used to have the best guy who would always come and fix everything so quick.” I said, “Yeah they used to be a great company. My dad actually worked for them a long time ago.” They both jumped off the couch and said, “Wait a minute! The electrician who used to fix everything. He was Bosnian too!” They looked at each other. “What was his name?” I asked, “[insert my dad’s name]?” “YES!!! Oh my god, we loved your dad. He’s the one who put this whole system in.” The woman looked at me and said, “Oh my god! I had a gut feeling about your company that’s why I called you! I can’t believe it! Last time he was here was 20 years ago! You can move in right now if you want.” Her husband goes, “Do you want a drink?!” The same system I replaced today. My dad installed 20 years ago. And to think I complimented his work without even knowing it. Legend.

Just bought my Dad a Rolex. $10,400. 💸 More than well deserved. He brought us here to the US when I was 11 months old. Family of 4 at the age of 30. Refugee. Worked 2 jobs. Side jobs. Learned his 3rd language. Helped raise us. Was always there for us. Started working for himself. Taught me everything I know about life, real estate, money, relationships, etc. He grew up incredibly poor in Yugoslavia (now Bosnia). 500 sqft home. Family of 5. No car. Parents were an arranged marriage & had no formal education. He gave us the world, so the least I could do was get him something unexpected. 2 years ago I asked the Rolex dealer, in my area, to put me on the waitlist for a Submariner. She texted me the other day, “you got the allocation.” His birthday is this month. Did the stars align? Maybe. At first I didn’t have much interest in the watch, was in the middle of working when I got the text. Then I remembered why I even asked to be on the list, in the first place. It was for my Dad. Fuck it. Sometimes, you have to do what feels right. Not what makes the most financial sense. We only live once on this Earth. The money? I’ll make it back. Memories & time spent with my Dad? I only get one shot at that. I knew that on my deathbed one day, I’ll think back to the day he teared up and couldn’t look at me, when I told him I’m buying him his dream watch. Za moj jedini Tata, nek si ti meni ziv i zdrav jos sto godina. ❤️💪🏼

Life just got a lot more interesting. Reminder to all, you can just do things.

Life update. Girlfriend is now fiancé. Cheers’d her at a bar 4 years ago, now there’s a ring on her finger. Reminder that you can just do things.

I’m officially a millionaire. 28 y.o. Current Net Worth 4/6/25 Total: $1.002 M 📈 Tracked NW since I was 20. 💰NerdWallet: $762k 🛠️Biz Cash: $117k 🪙Crypto Holdings: $21k 💵Cash: $19k 🧾Business AR: $83k (instead of my business’ worth) Here’s what I learned on my journey.🧵

Buenos Aires is interesting. Thought it would be more first world than it is. Which, as a traveler, I like. Less rules, more common sense. Was definitely surprised to see the state of the neighborhoods just outside of the city. Very poor. Palermo is nice. If I lived here this is where I would be. Another hipster Brooklyn type of neighborhood infused with South America. Good food. Good looking, well dressed people. Fun vibe. Idk if it’s because I have real money now but everything feels borderline free here. Ubers for $3-5. Brunch for $12. 9 course Michelin quality dinners for $150. World class leather jackets and loafers for a fraction of what it costs in America. Service here is great, and the people are very nice. They never rush you while you dine, but they do show up when you need unlike Spaniards who go MIA for 4 hours when you’re looking for the check. Lol. Weather feels tropical but it’s not. No iguanas crawling all over like in Costa Rica. Streets are dirty, but that’s common city shit, similar to a NYC. One thing in Buenos Aires that they got right for sure is the trees all throughout the streets. Keeps the calm, natural vibe. Yerba mate is fire, will definitely start drinking it. Markets galore here, which I like. Tomorrow we’ll do their biggest market San Telmo and a Boca Juniors game to follow. Overall, I’m still not a fan of big cities no matter where I go. Been to many countries, and many cities all throughout the world. Still not a city guy. As for the steaks? Azorean steaks are superior to Argentina’s imo. Although I have a reservation at Fogon Asado tonight so that may change in the next few hours.

I met my girlfriend at a bar in 2022. Love at first sight. At that point I was 25 years old. Moved back in with my parents to save money. Bought and renovated a duplex. And was making $60k a year. She was on food stamps, paying $70k/yr for Physician Assitant school, with $1,200 in her bank account. We did long distance for a year. When she visited me, she stayed at my parent’s house. 2 weeks after meeting, we started dating. 6 months in I took her to Europe. 1 year later she moved to my hometown. Today? We’ve been together four years. Planning on life together. I’m on track to make over $500-600k this year, most likely more but I’m being conservative. My girlfriend will make around $180-190k this year. That’s ~$7-800k a year. Average couple around us makes around $120-180k. We still live way below our means. No designer bullshit. Drive a Chevy Silverado and a Ford Bronco. She prefers to shop on FB marketplace and thrift stores for the charm with the occasional higher quality boutique splurges. Our glassware is brewery glasses and mason jars. Our cutlery is from Macy’s. I wear $3 shirts daily and Banana Republic outlet fits. None of this is by intention or that fact that we’re cheap. We just don’t know any better. We grew up lower class. We met, what feels like, yesterday. From lower middle to middle class families. We were two broke kids who fell in love. 4 years later we’re two adults with more money than we can spend. It takes a while for that new money mindset to creep in. To us, spending a couple hundred on random “luxuries” is still hard to do. But truthfully, living well below our means makes our lives way easier. As a man, who you choose to be your Queen is the most important decision you will make. The right one will help you build your empire. The wrong one will cost you everything.

I’m not going to lie. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. Being a Bosnian refugee is a super niche life path. There’s less than million of us on the planet. We were the white kids in school that had super foreign parents. “In America we shower everyday.” it said on the refugee paperwork when my parents came to America. Mind you, my mom had her masters degree by then. Lol. We didn’t have grandparents. All those cool memories and stories the American kids had with their Grandmas or Grandpas? We can’t relate. Mine couldn’t make it out before the bombings started. Jebiga, šta ćeš? Growing up a refugee in America? You don’t have aunts. You don’t have cousins. You don’t have roots. It’s you and your immediate family. Mixed in with the other Bosnian families who happened to get shipped out to that same town. Mi smo Bosanci. Tight knit. Small country. With survival hardcoded in our Ottoman brains. So when thousands of us get a chance to get together and watch our young country play a World Cup game? Yeah. We are going to go crazy. And most likely overboard. Can you blame us? Yesterday at the game, I saw all the Canadians watch in awe to the passion we had singing out songs in that stadium. By that point? We might as well have won the whole World Cup already. Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. No question. Start to finish. Side by side with my fifty nine year old dad who gave us everything, my older brother who’s first two languages were German and Bosnian, my second cousins, my two child hood best friends, my country men marching to support our team at the World Cup? Legendary day. I’ve never felt more Bosnian. It’s like the foreign part of me that I suppressed for 29 years, so that I can assimilate, finally got activated like I was Thanos with an infinity stone. Patriotism. Brotherhood. A culture. An identity. People who look like you. People who talk like you. People with the same morales. Same principles. That feeling alone I’ll never forget. “Jel si ti naš (are you one of ours)?” every Bosnian has heard that question before. “Pa naravno.” With a shrug of the shoulders. Iykyk.

End of year review - 2025 28 y.o. Net Income: $408,000 Liquid Net Worth: +$374k Team: 1 employee to 6. HQ: 300 sqft office to 1.2k sqft warehouse. X: 180 followers to 3.4k Travel: few big trips, numerous long weekends. 5 countries, 6 states. Ready for a big 2026. 💰🏃🏻‍♂️💨🏁

Vibes are electric. The city of Toronto has no idea what they’re in for. 30,000 Bosnians going to out number Canada for their own home opener in their own country. We’ve taken over an entire block so far. Coffee shops around playing our music. Drums. Flares. Cars. Flags. All singing and marching to the game. We even shut down the tram on one street so they had to bring the bike cops to clear the way. Lol.

Fuck you money is called fuck you money for a reason. I make $50,000 a month in profit now. My “fuck you money” badge just got unlocked on my character recently. I used to look to save money. Lol. Now? Bro. This shit is fucking fake. I spent $200 yesterday for no reason. I made $540 today for no reason. That’s abundance mindset in a nutshell. I’ll be honest, y’all know me. Back in 2020? Unemployed. Broke. Undisciplined. Distracted. Unsure MOAC? I was not thinking about $50k months at all. My goal was like $20k a month by this age. Now? I’m looking at $100k a month. That’s the next life milestone to manifest. “You should aim higher.” Yeah no shit guy. Try telling that to my broke ass six years ago. I was making $46k a year, saving a couple hundred dollars a month! Tf… That’s what I gave the bouncer last night to cut a line at some mid ass bar just because I got fuck you money now.

BUY LIGHT INDUSTRIAL REAL ESTATE! ⚠️ My 2026 real estate goal is to find as many of these contractor garages that I can buy or build. Simple as that. Remeber this unit from a while back? This is it now. Best part? Guy says he wants another unit. 0% chance of vacancy, ever.

Man is it nice to be rich. True ‘fuck you’ money. Honestly. No flexing. No tooting my own horn. When you have money? And more money coming in? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. The worst thing in the world as a man is whoring yourself out for money. Begging for work. Call me crazy. I get sales. I’m good at sales. I’ll get rejected. But disrespect I’ll never take. Don’t give a fuck if I’m on my last dollar with a family to feed. Got a call today. Super demanding guy. Rude. “I need electrical work done at my house.” “Who is this?” I go. Thinking to myself. You mf if I saw you rn I’d smack that fucking phone out of your hand. This dude finds my company email on my website. “I am writing to request a labor-only quote.” Lol. This mf has to be kidding. “I propose a 50% upfront payment.” With a ChatGPT scope of work attached becuase he’s all of a sudden an electrician too. Brother. First of all take that scope of work and shove it up your ass. Second of all you’re not proposing shit. I’m proposing shit. And I’m proposing that you go fuck yourself with your job and your money. I don’t need it. I’m rich.