The Story of Two Men

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Two young men graduate from the same college. They are very much alike, these two young men: average students, well-liked by their peers and teachers, respectful. Average height, average build. Facial features that are so unremarkable it would be difficult for a sketch artist to draw anything but a circle. They even dress the same.

They both come from similar middle-class backgrounds. They were even born in the same town.

Both of them have certain dreams and aspirations, a certain eagerness to assume the world.

But don’t we all?

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You’re probably wondering, “What is this all about?” I know, and that’s why I’m going to explain everything first.

Here’s the thing. I’m what you’d call an independent writer. No one selling out to some big media corporation.

I write stuff. You read it. It’s that simple.

Now, I’m very grateful to be able to do this. But it’s not an accident. I’m not some rich guy with nothing better to do than read books and write articles. Daddy never bought me a Ferrari.

All I have is you. My readers. People who love what I do enough that they’re willing to help me keep being able to do it.

There’s no middle man here. I write stuff you like (or hate) and then I say, “Uhh, hey, mind giving me enough money so I don’t starve to death?” And then amazing people like you do. Because you rock. And you’d like to see more of this type of content. So you think to yourself, “Hey, maybe this guy Cristian deserves a good meal,” and then you give me enough money to go buy a cheeseburger.

That’s how it works, and that’s how it should work.

So if you’ve ever liked or shared an article of mine. If you’ve ever read something and thought, “Man, that’s amazing!” If something I’ve written has ever added an ounce of value to your life. Consider throwing me a few bucks.

That’s all it is. A few bucks to feed Cristian and help Cristian write more stuff. It allows me to keep doing what I love doing. And it keeps things simple. No middle man. No bullshit. Just me doing my thing and you reading and (hopefully) liking it.

So, just use the (not so) shiny donate button below and thank you so much for allowing me to do this.

You’re NOT Human!

Disclaimer: I decided to change the direction of this blog. I have been asking myself what topics to write about, how to go about all of it, and I finally made up my mind. Since this blog has my name of it, it’s going to be a bit more personal, but not in a boring way. I’ll be writing mostly about my struggles, the things I had to overcome, my obsession with bettering myself, how I quit certain bad habits, my fitness journey, and stuff like that.

I’d like to call this “The Dash Project.” You know… there are two dates and a dash on a tombstone, and that dash represents all that you have done in your life. I’m going to make that dash count.

After I quit smoking, I decided to once again go to the gym. I bought a gym membership, and the first thing I did was run on the treadmill…

A few minutes of running, my heart rate reached 160 BPM, and I felt chest pain so intense I had to stop. But the next day I was at it again. And the next day, and the day after that.

I have been working out every single day for three months now. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And I haven’t been doing it to look good naked, so women find me more attractive, or to post videos of my lifts on Instagram. I am doing it for my brain. Continue reading

Last Spot/Last Chance/ Huge Discount

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Yup. Only one spot left in this blogging bootcamp. The first that me and Jordan organized.

Interesting stuff going to happen.

I’d like to tell you that no matter how busy, how tired, how not in the mood you’d be, you can learn, you can get a lot of knowledge and information.

We have designed this program in such a way that we do not overwhelm you, but provide you with the best information, the really useful stuff that’s going to help you reach the kind of blogging success you can only dream about right now.

And we’re going to have fun while we’re at it.

So,yes, I urge you to take advantage of this last spot. You won’t regret it.

And if you do…


If at the end of the bootcamp you feel like it wasn’t worth the investment, you get your money back. All of it. No…

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How Often Should You Blog?

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For those of you who don’t have the time to read through this blog post: blogging is a conversation. You blog as often as it takes for it to still be a conversation.

Okay, now let me explain.

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How Many Topics Should a Blog Cover?

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Now, that’s an interesting question. And I bet you’ve asked yourself that.

Should you write about everything you’re passionate for?

Should you write about your life and everyone in it?

How should you go about this?


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You’re reading the posts, so why not sponsor one?

Each new post gets about 1,000 reads within the first 24 hours of it being published.

And, with over 132,000 followers, this blog is one of the most popular blogs on art and culture on

All shameless promoting aside, I believe it’s also a good way to earn some extra $, which would help me keep on writing full-time. This month was probably my best month in terms of words written since 2010, mostly because I could afford to spend a lot more time writing, instead of worrying about bills and food and stuff like that.

Trust me, a hungry artist is a grumpy artist.

Anyway, here‘s how a sponsored post looks like.

Yeah. It’s been a while since I offered this option.

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At the end of a post you’ll get a mention (short description of your blog or book or business) and a link towards that respective website.

That’s it. Quite simple.

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