Speaker 1: Women are nothing but machines for producing children Napoleon Bonaparte.
Speaker 1: At first glance, it seems absurd, who wouldn't want a
Speaker 1: man of power, ambition, dominance. But greatness comes at a price.
Speaker 1: Great men are not present. They are consumed, consumed by war,
Speaker 1: by strategy, by vision, and in that relentless pursuit of destiny,
Speaker 1: there is little room for emotional maintenance, for constant reassurance,
Speaker 1: for being tamed. Napoleon understood this not just as a ruler,
Speaker 1: but as a lover. His letters to Josephine, passionate, desperate,
Speaker 1: even pathetic, were met with cold betrayal. While he built
Speaker 1: an empire, she entertained lovers, and it struck him. Not
Speaker 1: all women desire a man's greatness. Many fear it because
Speaker 1: greatness does not submit, It cannot be contained in a
Speaker 1: quiet home or held in place by routine affection. Greatness
Speaker 1: is demanding, unstable, hungry, and for many women that is
Speaker 1: not love, it is threat. So they reach instead for
Speaker 1: the manageable, the safe, the mediocre. A mediocre man asks
Speaker 1: no deep questions, fights no real wars, chases no legacy.
Speaker 1: He's soft, available, and dependent. His identity revolves around her
Speaker 1: not around a mission, and that makes him appealing not
Speaker 1: for what he is, but for what he lacks. He
Speaker 1: lacks danger, he lacks sacrifice, he lacks the risk of
Speaker 1: abandonment that comes with a man chasing something larger than himself.
Speaker 1: Napoleon saw this dynamic clearly. Women are nothing but machines
Speaker 1: for producing children. He once said, not out of hate,
Speaker 1: but out of cold imperial calculation. He reduced them to
Speaker 1: their biological function, because, in his view, most did not
Speaker 1: rise beyond it, most did not understand the storms that
Speaker 1: live in the heart of a man who refuses to
Speaker 1: live a small life. He wasn't trying to win affection.
Speaker 1: He had long stopped caring for that. He wanted to
Speaker 1: conquer truth, even if it hurt, especially if it hurt.
Speaker 1: And what he saw time and again was this, the
Speaker 1: more a man rises, the more he walks alone, not
Speaker 1: because he chooses solitude, but because comfort, warmth, and emotional
Speaker 1: dependency cannot follow you into the fire of greatness. Look
Speaker 1: around you to day. We live in a world that
Speaker 1: pretends to celebrate excellence, but only when it's convenient, when
Speaker 1: it's entertaining, when it's beautiful, when it doesn't disrupt the
Speaker 1: comfort of the crowd. But a man with real power,
Speaker 1: real depth, real vision, he terrifies people, especially in relationships.
Speaker 1: Napoleon understood this through painful experience. He was a master
Speaker 1: of war, a god of momentum, but even he was
Speaker 1: reduced to pleading in love letters, begging Josephine not to
Speaker 1: betray him. She did anyway. Why because power doesn't seduce
Speaker 1: the heart the way predictability does. Power may win battles,
Speaker 1: but it rarely wins emotional loyalty. Women, even those surrounded
Speaker 1: by greatness, often choose companionship over conquest. Do you think
Speaker 1: that's changed. The modern man believes if he just works harder,
Speaker 1: becomes more successful, levels up, he will finally be loved.
Speaker 1: But Napoleon would laugh at that, because he knew the
Speaker 1: bitter truth. The more exceptional you become, the less lovable
Speaker 1: you appear to those who crave stability over struggle. This
Speaker 1: is why so many women subconsciously gravitate toward men who
Speaker 1: are beneath them, men they can control, men who are
Speaker 1: grateful just to be there. Mediocre men. They don't make waves,
Speaker 1: they don't demand silence while they think, they don't disappear
Speaker 1: into obsession or sacrifice to day for a future only
Speaker 1: they can see. These men don't challenge a woman, They
Speaker 1: orbit her, and to be the center of some one
Speaker 1: else's universe is intoxicating. But for the man who seeks greatness,
Speaker 1: that kind of devotion is rare, almost impossible, because he
Speaker 1: doesn't orbit, he ascends, and in doing so, he threatens
Speaker 1: the foundation of modern relationships comfort. Napoleon lived this contradiction.
Speaker 1: The man who could command armies was still seen as
Speaker 1: emotionally distant, too focused, too cold. But how else does
Speaker 1: one build an empire? How else does a man inscribe
Speaker 1: his name into the bones of history. He doesn't do
Speaker 1: it by sitting still and whispering sweet nothings. He does
Speaker 1: it by becoming more than a man, and in that
Speaker 1: transformation he becomes less of a partner and more of
Speaker 1: a force. Do you want comfort or do you want legacy?
Speaker 1: Because Napoleon already knew most women choose the former. Every
Speaker 1: man who has tasted the bitter fruit of betrayal while
Speaker 1: building something greater than himself understands what Napoleon felt. You
Speaker 1: give everything, your time, your mind, your very soul to
Speaker 1: a vision, only to come home and find yourself resented
Speaker 1: for it, not appreciated, not admired, resented. Because your greatness
Speaker 1: reminds others of their mediocre, your focus becomes distance, your ambition, arrogance,
Speaker 1: and your silence misinterpreted as emotional absence. But men like
Speaker 1: Napoleon weren't born to coddle. They were born to lead,
Speaker 1: to forge, to dominate, and that kind of man is
Speaker 1: incompatible with the emotional script modern relationships demand. Let me
Speaker 1: be clear, Napoleon didn't hate women. He simply recognized the
Speaker 1: truth that most men are too afraid to accept that
Speaker 1: what a woman says she wants is often different from
Speaker 1: what she chooses. She may admire greatness in theory, but
Speaker 1: she marries convenience in practice. She praises ambition, yet builds
Speaker 1: homes with submission. And if you think love will protect
Speaker 1: you from this truth, ask yourself why do so many brilliant, discipline,
Speaker 1: self made men get abandoned by those who once claim
Speaker 1: to love them. Because love without understanding is a ticking clock,
Speaker 1: and most women don't understand what it costs a man
Speaker 1: to walk the path of discipline. The sleepless nights, the
Speaker 1: years of ridicule, the isolation, the blood, the grind. They
Speaker 1: see the result, but not the war behind it. And
Speaker 1: when that war never ends, when you keep climbing instead
Speaker 1: of settling, they begin to resent the very fire they
Speaker 1: once admired. This is why Napoleon spoke with such indifference
Speaker 1: about women. He had tried the path of romantic idealism,
Speaker 1: and it failed him, not because he was incapable of love,
Speaker 1: but because love could not keep pace with his destiny.
Speaker 1: And when a man chooses destiny over domesticity, he must
Speaker 1: also choose loneliness. That is the brutal, ancient trade off
Speaker 1: power or peace, but rarely both. You can have her
Speaker 1: heart or you can have the world, not both, And
Speaker 1: those who try to walk the middle path are always
Speaker 1: torn apart by it. And so the great man walks alone,
Speaker 1: not because he desires solitude, but because he outgrows what
Speaker 1: the world offers in return for his obedience. Napoleon did
Speaker 1: not seek isolation. He was forced into it by the
Speaker 1: weight of vision. The higher a man climbs, the fewer
Speaker 1: understand the air he breathes. Women want to be seen,
Speaker 1: to be her, to be held, But a man consumed
Speaker 1: by a mission has no time to tend to the
Speaker 1: fragile needs of emotional validation. He is not cold by nature,
Speaker 1: he is hardened by purpose. This is what modern society
Speaker 1: refuses to admit that most people, including women, are terrified
Speaker 1: of the truly great, not because they are evil, but
Speaker 1: because they cannot be owned. They cannot be domesticated. You
Speaker 1: cannot predict a man who serves something higher than love,
Speaker 1: and so the world demonizes him. He's toxic. They say
Speaker 1: he's unavailable. He doesn't listen. Of course, he doesn't listen.
Speaker 1: He's busy making history. Napoleon was demonized for many things,
Speaker 1: his ambition, his conquests, his ego, But at the heart
Speaker 1: of it, he was punished for refusing to kneel, to love,
Speaker 1: to tradition, to comfort. His downfall was not his power,
Speaker 1: but the illusion that those closest to him could ever
Speaker 1: understand it. In the end, even the emperor is abandoned
Speaker 1: by the ones he fought to protect. Even the lion
Speaker 1: dies alone. And here's the final truth, the one no
Speaker 1: one wants to say out loud. A man must choose.
Speaker 1: He must choose between building an empire or building a nest,
Speaker 1: and will give him a legacy. The other will give
Speaker 1: him warmth, but never both and while mediocre men are loved, praised,
Speaker 1: and remembered as good, it is the great men, lonely, misunderstood, exiled,
Speaker 1: who carve their names into time. So, if you are
Speaker 1: a man chasing truth, chasing greatness, chasing something immortal, you
Speaker 1: must prepare to be unloved. You must prepare to be doubted,
Speaker 1: to be left, because you are not safe, and that
Speaker 1: makes you dangerous. But never forget this. The world bows
Speaker 1: to danger. But maybe you're still asking yourself, why why
Speaker 1: would a woman reject a man who is disciplined, visionary, relentless,
Speaker 1: a man who moves mountains. Why would she turn away
Speaker 1: from the storm that changes the world in favor of
Speaker 1: the breeze that barely moves the trees. Because the truth,
Speaker 1: the real truth, is this. Great men are mirrors. They
Speaker 1: reflect everything others are not. Their ambition reveals complacency, their
Speaker 1: silence reveals insecurity, their solitude exposes dependency. And for most women, no,
Speaker 1: for most people, that mirror is unbearable. To be with
Speaker 1: a man who needs nothing from you emotionally, who doesn't
Speaker 1: seek your approval, who isn't afraid to walk alone, That
Speaker 1: is not romantic, That is terrifying. It means you cannot
Speaker 1: control him. You cannot seduce him with softness or hold
Speaker 1: him hostage with affection. You can only follow or be
Speaker 1: left behind. And women don't like that gamble. They will
Speaker 1: never say it out loud. But many women do not
Speaker 1: choose men based on admiration. They choose based on emotional leverage.
Speaker 1: A man who can be molded, a man who can
Speaker 1: be counted on to stay when she cries, to pause
Speaker 1: his life when she doubts, to make her feel like
Speaker 1: the axis of his world. But the great man, he
Speaker 1: doesn't pause, He doesn't orbit. He builds, and he bleeds
Speaker 1: for it. He is not heartless, but his heart is disciplined.
Speaker 1: He is not unloving, but love is not his mission.
Speaker 1: And that makes him unreachable for the average woman because
Speaker 1: she is not looking to walk beside a titan. She
Speaker 1: is looking for a companion who makes her feel safe, heard,
Speaker 1: and prioritized. That is the quiet, shameful reason so many
Speaker 1: women settle upward in appearance but downward in essence. He
Speaker 1: looks like a man, he talks like a man, but
Speaker 1: inside he is soft clay, molded by her moods, her needs,
Speaker 1: her world view. He is not a threat to her comfort,
Speaker 1: and therefore he is not a threat at all, and
Speaker 1: he is the bitter twist. She will never truly admire him.
Speaker 1: She may love him, she may cling to him, she
Speaker 1: may even marry him, but deep down she knows she
Speaker 1: did not choose a king. She chose a servant who
Speaker 1: looked like one you, the man who won't kneel, the
Speaker 1: man who won't stop, the man who burns at two,
Speaker 1: a m crafting something no one else sees. Yet you
Speaker 1: must understand you were never rejected for your flaws. You
Speaker 1: were rejected for your fire, for the intensity of your soul,
Speaker 1: for the fact that being with you meant she had
Speaker 1: to become more. And most are not willing. They don't
Speaker 1: want to rise, they want to rest. So don't envy
Speaker 1: the mediocre man. Pity him, because though he may be loved,
Speaker 1: he will never be respected. He will never be needed
Speaker 1: in the way that shakes the soul. He will be tolerated, used,
Speaker 1: perhaps even cherished, but never truly followed because nothing about
Speaker 1: him leads. And as for you, you were never meant
Speaker 1: to be loved. Like the rest. Your life is a storm,
Speaker 1: not a lullaby. Your path is steep, not soft, and
Speaker 1: your reward will not come from comfort. It will come
Speaker 1: from conquest. Not conquest over others, but conquest over yourself.
Speaker 1: The loneliness, the doubts, the whispers telling you to just
Speaker 1: give in and be what they want. Don't let them go,
Speaker 1: let her go, let the idea of being understood go,
Speaker 1: because you were not built for a woman's comfort. You
Speaker 1: were built for a man's purpose. And yes it will
Speaker 1: cost you. You may walk alone, you may die misunderstood.
Speaker 1: But if you stay the course, if you endure, the
Speaker 1: world will not forget your name. Because in the end,
Speaker 1: no woman builds statues, No woman rewrites history. No woman
Speaker 1: leads nations into battle or vision into reality. Men do,
Speaker 1: and they do it alone, bleeding, focused, unloved, but unstoppable.
Speaker 1: So stop asking why she didn't choose you. You already
Speaker 1: know she didn't want greatness. She wanted comfort. And you,
Speaker 1: my brother, are not comfort. You are danger, and the
Speaker 1: world still bows to danger.