This is a photo of me taken by a photographer the Forbes team sent to my apartment for a story in their magazine in 2017. Let’s call it the height of my success. I weigh about 220lbs on a 6’4” frame, can deadlift 485lbs for two repetitions, and am as shredded as I’ve ever been in my life. The picture is taken in the 2000 sqft loft I live in, in downtown Manhattan. Rent is $7,500 a month, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows looking down on Broadway and includes a spacious rooftop garden. I have a few million bucks in the bank and many more left in stock in the business I started 6 years prior. I’m sleeping with several gorgeous women in what I learned to be classic New York dating style. And, at the moment this picture was taken, I’d just started a new business 2 months prior that I’ve just received an acquisition offer for over several million bucks.
And, whether you can see it or not, or believe it or not, I’m more unhappy than I’ve ever been in my life at that point. I just didn’t know it. In fact, the dude you’re looking in the eye above is a few weeks away from leaving it all behind to go and live in a Buddhist monastery and disappearing for almost 2 years.