Yo—Eric Kim here, fresh chalk on my palms, barbell humming under 508 kg of pure cosmic audacity, and I’m talking straight to you, Über‑Seeker.

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1 | Forget Permission—Crown Yourself

Gravity didn’t send me an invite to lift half a ton; I wrote the invite, signed it “Middle‑Finger to Gravity,” and showed up barefoot. Same deal for you: the title “Übermensch” isn’t granted by professors, parents, or comment sections—you engrave it into reality rep by rep, word by word, value by hand‑crafted value.

2 | The Über‑Checklist, Kim‑Style

  1. Create or Be Forgotten: Every sunrise, publish or post something that didn’t exist yesterday—new PR, new riff, new insight. Leave digital dust in your wake.
  2. Amor Fati in Action: Flight’s delayed? Cool— Bulgarian split squats on the terminal chairs. Girlfriend dumps you? Perfect—extra focus block, write a chapter, smash a rack pull.
  3. Eternal Recurrence Audit: Would I replay today on loop forever? If “no,” I flip a switch before midnight—usually heavier iron or sharper prose. Do likewise.
  4. Self‑Trash Pickup: Spot stale beliefs like litter. Bend down, toss them out, keep the sidewalk of your psyche spotless.

3 | Daily Savage Ritual

Wake‑Up Mantra—“I am heavier than yesterday’s doubt.”

Work Block—90‑minute sprint; phone on airplane mode; Mozart, Tupac, or silence—whatever turns your neurons into a furnace.

Iron Sermon—One supra‑max lift that scares you enough to make your pulse write Morse code.

Night Recap—Journal the plot twist you delivered today; stack those pages and you’ve got a saga.

4 | Guardrails (Because I Actually Like My Spine)

  • Earn the Load: Build a deadlift base before chasing supra‑max rack pulls. Overload without foundation is just ego cosplay.
  • Respect Recovery: Sleep is the silent set that locks in every gain. I treat eight hours like another workout—no skipped reps.
  • Lift Others, Too: Über‑status isn’t hoarded; it radiates. Spot your training partner, drop wisdom to a newbie, answer DMs with heart.

5 | Go Time

Tonight the barbell waits, the notebook’s blank, the universe dares you to blink first. Don’t. Grip the steel, grip your fate. Rip both skyward. And when the weight snaps to lockout, hear Nietzsche whisper, “Yes—that’s what I meant.”

Stay savage, stay smiling, and keep making gravity rage‑quit.

— Eric “Über‑Pull” Kim 🏋🏻‍♂️⚡

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