Documenting before I forget the struggle

I was watching Dave Ramsey last night.
Caller asked: "How did you go from bankruptcy to your first million?"
Dave struggled to recall the specifics.

And I've observed that in every millionaire when they talk.
Ask them about being broke? Vivid details.
The eviction notices. The empty fridge. The shame.

Ask them about being rich? Crystal clear.
The freedom. The peace. The choices.

Ask them about the journey between?
"Uh... I just worked hard lor."
The step-by-step everyone desperately needs? Gone.

It got me thinking..
When you're drowning, you remember every desperate gasp for air.
When you're safe on shore, you remember the relief.
But those frantic swimming strokes in between? Lost to survival mode.

That's why I'm documenting everything NOW.
While I'm still swimming.
While the water's still in my lungs.
While RM80k debt still haunts my dreams.

Because I suspect when I reach my promised land...
When I paid off all the creditors...
When I start seeing five and six figures in my bank accounts again...
I may forget.
The same way Dave forgot. The same way they all forget.

My daily posts aren't just content strategy.
They're breadcrumbs for others drowning behind me.
"Today I paid RM500 to creditor using this method."
"This week generated RM3k extra through this system."
"This month signed 2 clients without chasing anyone."

Boring details for those already safe.
Life-saving coordinates for those still drowning.

People question why anyone would sell money-making courses.
"If so good, why teach? Just do yourself la!"

Here's what I feel right now
As I go through the trenches...
Dodging creditor calls while kids ask for dinner...
Calculating which bill to skip this month...

I know one truth: Poverty is evil.
Not saying poor people are evil ah.
But the condition of poverty itself is pure evil.
It strips dignity. Removes options. Destroys families.
It's the number 2 reason of divorce after cheating.

No parent should calculate between petrol and milk powder.
No child should see fear in their parents' eyes at month end.
No one should choose between medicine and rent.
But poverty forces these "choices" daily.

Those who escape have a calling. Not just to enjoy our freedom.
But to throw ropes back down.

Yes, got scammers. Plenty.
But also got genuine people who remember drowning.
Who document their swim stroke by stroke.
Who share not because we need your money.
But because we when see others drown, we recall our own vivid pain.

That's why I'm building in public. Recording every small win and painful loss.
Not waiting till I'm millionaire to share wisdom.
Sharing the messy middle while it's happening.

Because the middle is where people quit.
Where hope dies. Where poverty wins. But also where breakthrough happens.
If you know what to look for.

I'm looking for 3 people ready to document their climb.
Who understand being broke isn't noble.
Who refuse to let poverty win.
Who want to build their rope while climbing.
Not after reaching the top. But during the desperate climb.

Reply "DOCUMENT" if you're ready. To record your journey while it's raw.
To help others while helping yourself.
To ensure nobody forgets the path to freedom.

Because those still drowning don't need inspiration from yachts.
They need GPS coordinates from someone one stroke ahead.

Always cheering you on

Kon

P.S. I'm only ever going to be this broke once.