I remember reading about Alexander the Great when I was in my early twenties.

At that age I had a profound belief that I was destined for something great. I played basketball in college because of that fact. I boxed because I saw the opportunity for greatness in that great and pure sport.

So when I read Alexander’s connection to his belief in his destiny, I ate it up, and then I ‘grew up’.

I started a business and that idea of destiny stayed with me. Tough times came. I spent all of my money on a belief, a dream, and then ran through every bit of debt I could get access to until I had nothing left.

And then I remained with nothing, hustling for every dollar, eating bread and oatmeal and paying rent late for 8 months straight, but still paying rent.

I stuck it out. I got some help, received some favors, but still hustled and refused to quit on this ideal because I knew that I wasn’t destined for poverty, and now that I had it, I’d never return.

My belief in my destiny, that I’m not here simply to exist but to make an impact kept me going. To the outsider, even to my closest friends and family, it seemed incredibly ignorant.

After-all, I’d proven consistently that what I was doing wasn’t working, but I kept plugging away, trying and failing and trying and failing, again.

And then I had a victory. And then another victory.

I built a 6-figure business and I lost track of my belief in my destiny and slid into what for me was comfort. Sure, I travelled to new places, hunted in Africa, worked my ass off daily, but even as I write this I’m out of touch with this grand idea I had for my life.

Or at least I was out of touch.

Destiny doesn’t make you take drastic steps if they’re not required, it keeps you on the right course, always, because every thing you do is in line with what you’re trying to accomplish in life, your purpose, and no man ties himself to a small purpose on purpose.

We all, at one point, had the idea that we’re here for a grand reason.

That’s why we read books about Alexander or Theodore Roosevelt or Andrew Carnegie. We dream about being a conqueror like Napoleon or a warrior and leader like Patton.


There’s a man with a sense of destiny. A man who lived not so long ago who believed he was connected to the great generals of history. A man who wanted glory, who thrived in chaos.

That’s who men are.

Society tells us that we’re to be a piece of a puzzle, a part of a machine that is a community or society or system. But we’re too wild for that. It doesn’t fit who we were born as, but it has become who we are.

As I read about Patton that idea of destiny is rekindled.

I’m not writing this to proclaim that I am destined for greatness, but I am at the same time, and so are you.

You’re not number 3 in the office. You’re not a guy who lives on autopilot. You’re not a number in a system or an employee in a company.

You’re a fucking man.

A warrior. A leader. You have a shared bloodline, a connection with the Caesars, Attila, and Genghis.

All of this stuff we talk about, about being an alpha, being a man, being a leader, about working out, improving yourself daily, doing the small things that lead to the big things, they’re all because deep down you know you’re here for something grand, something important.

I have no idea what that is. But there’s something for you here on this earth to work your ass off toward, something big, something that will be your purpose, the reason why you live so daringly, work so ferociously, and love so passionately, that come time to kick the bucket, people will admit that the world had a gift by you being here.


That shit’s not for the feint of heart. It’s not for those unwilling to do what others won’t.

If you’ve read this far, you know you had this idea that life was something great to behold, some grand opportunity, but life, monotony, bills and pressures suppressed that idea.

The gift and grace of life is that it’s never too late.

You haven’t changed your brain’s capacity for great things.

You’ve grown comfortable even if you’re stressed up the arse and you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, it’s not enough.

I’m getting back with my destiny, my idea that I’m not here to ‘plug away’ or do as others do.

Spend a day. Read about Patton. Read about Alexander. Read about Carnegie and Roosevelt.

The workouts, the reading, the working, it will all be amplified when you reconnect with this idea that you’re the man, that you’re here for a massive reason.

Get after it.

The richest heritage a young man can have is being born into poverty. ~ Andrew Carnegie

About The Author

Chad Howse: Chad’s mission is to get you in the arena, ‘marred by the dust and sweat and blood’, to help you set and achieve audacious goals in the face of fear, and not only build your ideal body, but the life you were meant to live.

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Chad Howse

Chad’s mission is to get you in the arena, ‘marred by the dust and sweat and blood’, to help you set and achieve audacious goals in the face of fear, and not only build your ideal body, but the life you were meant to live.

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