Little Prince, Listen Up

You don’t know me, but I know you. Not in a creepy way—just in the way that old men know young men before they know themselves. I was you once, and one day, you will be me. That’s how this works.

The Game is Rigged, Play Anyway

Nobody’s handing you a fair deal. The house always wins, the odds are stacked, and the people in charge want you to believe hard work is enough. It isn’t. Hard work is expected, but alone, it won’t get you anywhere worth going.

You’ll meet people who coast on connections, luck, and inherited advantages. You’ll meet others who claw their way up with nothing but grit and spite. Keep an eye on both. One shows you how the world is built, the other shows you how to break the rules. Watch how they move, listen to what they leave unsaid. The ones who win big never play by the rules written for everyone else.

Don’t let them convince you the game is fair. It’s a trick, a cheap one at that. They’ll tell you to be patient, to pay your dues, to work your way up like it’s 1950. Ignore them. Nobody gets anywhere without breaking a rule or two.

Respect is Not a Given

No one owes you anything. Not respect, not kindness, not opportunities. That’s the ugly truth, and it’s better to swallow it now than to cry about it later.

People respect those who demand it—not with words, but with action. Walk like you own the place, even when you don’t. Speak like your words carry weight, even when you think they don’t. Act like a man who has nothing to prove, and eventually, you won’t.

Respect is currency, and you have to earn it. Some people will withhold it just to see if you’ll beg for it—don’t. If you carry yourself like you need nothing from them, they’ll start looking at you differently. That’s how respect works. It’s never given freely, but it can be taken without asking.

Keep a Knife in Your Boot

Trust is expensive. Don’t spend it freely. Some people deserve it, most don’t. A few will stab you in the back with a smile on their face.

Never be the guy who trusts too quickly. Never be the guy who trusts no one. Keep a knife in your boot, metaphorically speaking. Sharp enough to use when needed, hidden enough to surprise those who forget you have it.

There will be men who whisper sweet promises in your ear, men who claim to love you before they even know your last name. Let them talk. Let them prove themselves. The ones worth trusting won’t mind the wait. The ones who do? They were never planning to stay.

Money Talks, So Learn Its Language

People who say money doesn’t matter either have too much of it or none at all. It buys choices. It buys freedom. It buys the ability to walk away from things that don’t serve you.

Make it. Keep it. Learn how to make it work for you. Never be the guy with expensive shoes and an empty bank account.

Don’t get caught in the cycle of spending just to show off. The real players don’t need to flash their wealth. They let the world guess. A man with money isn’t the one bragging—he’s the one making moves while everyone else watches.

Money makes love sweeter too. Not because you have to buy affection, but because stability makes room for real love to breathe. When you aren’t worrying about bills, you can focus on the man in your arms, the quiet moments, the nights spent wrapped around each other with nothing to prove.

Love Like You Mean It

Love isn’t for cowards. It isn’t soft, and it isn’t safe. It’s standing in front of a man, knowing he has the power to break you, and letting him anyway. It’s stripping yourself bare, body and soul, giving yourself freely without guarantee of return.

Sex is no different. It should be taken seriously, but never feared. A young man should explore, touch, taste, and discover himself in the arms of many. Not because it is reckless, but because it is how he will learn what he wants, what he needs, and what he refuses to settle for.

There is no shame in pleasure. Love and sex do not always have to be the same thing, but when they align, they are the closest thing to divinity. A man who denies himself experience will only grow to regret the chances he let slip away, the nights he spent alone when he could have been tangled in warmth and breath and motion.

Be the kind of man who embraces his desires, who lives fully in his body, who does not let shame or fear dictate how he loves. The kind who shares himself freely, but always on his own terms. If you want to know yourself, truly know yourself, let yourself be known by others first.

Strength Is More Than Muscle

Hit the gym, but don’t be an idiot about it. Muscles won’t save you if your mind is weak. Strength is knowing when to stand your ground and when to walk away.

Learn to fight, but don’t pick fights. Learn to take a hit, but don’t invite one. Learn to be dangerous, then learn when to keep it in check. That’s what separates men from fools.

Strength isn’t just about how hard you can hit—it’s about how well you carry the weight of life. It’s about being steady when everything else is falling apart. When your man leans on you, when the world tries to break you, when life demands more than you think you can give—that’s when real strength shows itself.

Learn to Shut Up

Talking dirty is an art, little prince. It isn’t about saying crude things just for the sake of it—it’s about knowing when to tease, when to command, when to whisper something so wicked it makes the air between you feel electric. The best kind of dirty talk isn’t rehearsed or forced; it’s raw, responsive, and in tune with the man in front of you.

Let him hear the need in your voice. Tell him exactly what you want, how you want it, and don’t be afraid to make him blush. Confidence in bed isn’t about the way you look, it’s about the way you make your partner feel. If you can get into his head, make him anticipate every word before you even say it, then you’ve already won.

Silence has its place, but so does speaking without restraint. Let your words drip with hunger, with promise, with control. Make him hang on every syllable, make him desperate to hear more. A well-placed whisper, a command in the right moment, a filthy admission when neither of you expects it—these are the things that turn a good night into one he’ll never forget.

The more you reveal, the more you make him crave. Speak when it matters, let silence build tension when it doesn’t. Words can be just as intoxicating as touch, and the right ones will leave him breathless before you even lay a hand on him.

Honor is Not a Joke

These days, people act like honor is outdated. That’s nonsense. A man who has no code is just a dog on a leash, following whoever gives him a bone.

Have a line you won’t cross. Have a standard you refuse to lower. Stand for something, even when it costs you. A man with no honor is just another guy trying to survive. A man with honor lives on his own terms.

Honor isn’t about what other people think—it’s about the promises you keep to yourself. It’s about looking in the mirror and knowing you didn’t sell your soul for something cheap. When love tests you, when life tempts you, when it would be easier to take the easy way out—honor is what keeps you steady.

The Clock is Ticking

Every old man was once a young man who thought he had time. I thought I had time with you, little prince, but time has no loyalty. It slips away when you aren’t looking, leaving behind only regrets and unfinished conversations. One day, you will understand what I mean.

Love is a reckless, wonderful thing, and it’s easy to think it will always wait for you. It won’t. If you find a man whose presence feels like home, don’t hesitate. Hold him close, let him know, and never waste a moment assuming you have forever.

Regret is heavier than any burden you will ever carry. A love left unspoken, a touch never returned, a goodbye left unsaid—these are the things that haunt old men. I have lost lovers to fear, to pride, to the foolish belief that I had more time. Don’t make my mistake.

Do what you need to do, then do what sets your soul on fire. Let no one tell you to wait for the right moment, because time waits for no one. Love the man who makes your world stop, hold him, fight for him. If you don’t, you will wake up one day and find that the clock has stolen your chance, and no force in the world can give it back.

One Last Thing

Little prince, I love you dearly. Not just in the way one admires beauty or youth, but in the way that one treasures something rare and irreplaceable. You are the fire in the dark, the unexpected laughter in a quiet room, the storm that I never want to pass. Loving you has been the bravest and best thing I have ever done.

You may not think you are special, but you are. Not because of the world’s empty praises or the shallow admiration of those who barely know you. You are special because you are real, because your presence turns ordinary moments into something worth remembering. The way you move, the way you think, the way you love—it is all unlike anything I have ever known.

What you do matters. The way you carry yourself leaves an imprint on the world, on me. If you choose to love boldly, if you walk through life with your head high and your heart open, you will change everything. The little prince who learns that early becomes the king—the man who holds his own, the man who commands love instead of chasing it.

The one who doesn’t? He stays a boy forever, trapped in the fear of losing what was never his to begin with. But you, my love, are already on your way to being something more.