I got out of the Marines in 2021—no parade, no plan, just silence. I drifted, let the days blur, watched my gut grow, became distracted. I was—lost, staring at nothing, wondering if this was it.
I’m not here to shame you for that; I’ve felt it too. But no one’s coming to pull us out. I had to HAZE MYSELF—turn that fuel, that restless ache, the hopelessness into something. I started this brand from scratch, started going to the gym. Grinding when I didn’t feel like it. You’ve got that fire too—pain, doubt, whatever—it’s not there to drown you, it’s there to drive you. Push harder than life does. Set a bar, clear it, then raise it again. I’m not better; I’m just moving. You can too. Take responsibility—HAZE YOURSELF.
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