Misery hates bravery. Fortune favors the bold. Patience is for the weak.

I’ve never regretted leaving a shitty situation. I’ve only regretted not doing it sooner. ‘Misery loves company’ is what I heard growing up but I just find that phrase to be so pertaining to the average sheep person. It never resonated with me.

Patience is for the lazy. For the weak. For the ones who accept their own misery knowing deep down that they could probably do something about it (there are exceptions to this rule, obviously). Disliking a job or a partner or anything that impacts your day-to-day life,  deciding to accept it as “fate” and continue to stay “patient” is a symptom of your fear of facing the world. No one is rewarded for enduring the suffering and pain which could easily be solved if they take the leap, most people who continue to suffer are just fucking cowards (again, plenty of exceptions to this).

But not you. You are not afraid of anything.

I moved to Seattle for college. I hated it. I decided to stay. After three years I decided to leave. Looking back, moving to California was the best decision of my life. I wish I didn’t stay three years in Seattle.

My first job out of college was at a Saudi semi-government company. I hated it. I was miserable. I applied for my master’s because of how miserable I was and ended up accepting a job offer for a lesser salary six months in. That job ended up being the best job I’ve ever had in my life.

The best things happened to me when I decide to stand up against misery. Misery hates bravery. Misery loves the weak.

Time is precious. Only losers stay in miserable situations. Only the fearful don’t advocate for themselves. Only the coward enjoys misery with other people.

If any of this resonated: Leave. Now. Thank me in a year.