Sunday Thoughts 💭

Which Is Worse- To Kill or be Killed?

    Which is Better- To Out-Monster the Monster?

    Which decision will you make?

    Life has a way of forcing us to make impossible choices. The art of cornering man into a room, and making him believe that he has no other option. No other option, to go left or right. No other option, to live from one extreme to another. That man, once the freest animal of them all, is suddenly no longer in control.

    We are a strange species. From the very genes of those who rose up, and conquered the known land. To beings who now willingly enslave themselves to a foreign creature. Willingly sacrifice their time and effort, chasing after a promise that may never show. Living life in accordance to somebody else’s playbook, all the while telling ourselves that in the end, it will all be worth the pain.

    The hypocrisy kills me. The thought of taking your one chance at life, and wasting it following another man’s footsteps. Being invited to the casino, and being told that all the glory is yours to keep, if you simply have the courage to roll the dice. 

And yet, many are too afraid to move.

    Many are imprisoned within their own irrational fears. They become nothing more than slaves, whose life is dedicated to a fictional master. A literal battery, powering the hopes and dreams of another man.

    Perhaps, the bravest thing a man can do, is surrender to the unknown. To accept that life is not meant to be calculated, but rather experienced. That the twists and the turns are exactly what makes it a story worth living to begin with.

    Rage and Anger are tremendous motivators. And make no mistake, despite what any other man or woman may tell you- you need the rage. You need to feel it. Deep within your soul. Down to the very depths of your being. To truly grasp, what it is that has been stolen from you. To truly embrace the evil which you have served, so unknowingly. The very thought of it should boil your blood underneath your skin.

And yet, how can one channel it?

How can one take the power, and turn it from with? 

    Releasing the monster back into the world, is the logical answer. It becomes the only way one can truly rise from his slumber, and claim what God has intended him to be. Yet where does man lose himself, along the journey? When does the monster we create, become worse than the original thing?

    Perhaps there is no escaping it. Perhaps, the revolution is a full circle. The entire idea of breaking free from the chains which once imprisoned you, only to find yourself become the one holding the chains. What a cruel sense of humour, we humans seem to have.

    I suppose, at the end of the day, man must face the inevitable. He must awaken one day, and realize that he has an obligation to kill. To kill the boy. To kill his enemies. To kill every single chain which has robbed him of his fate.

And yet, somewhere along the way-

Man becomes the very thing he had grown to hate.

    Godspeed.