The Trenches 🪖

 One Must Accept A Terrible Reality.

    At some point in every man’s life, they must embrace the truth. They must be willing to accept a truth, that deep down, they’ve always known. A dark, twisted reality, which weak men have spent their lives trying to run from. The harsh world, where nature consumes the weak.

    Creating a world where one wishes to live in, is nothing more than a fantasy. An idea. A false reality, meant to steer those who hold true power, away from their potential. The false idea, that one man can change the world, and create something more harmonious than what they’ve seen.

    Nature does not forgive the weak. Nature does not spare those, who dream. Nature is a dark, heavy and dangerous force, sent to devour all those who do not fight. Everywhere one looks- from the birds, to the flowers, to every human being- nature consumes what it pleases. There is no negotiating with nature. There is no praying for peace. The cold, harsh world, in which we live in, does not spare those who ask for peace.

    Growing up, every child wishes to feel safe. They wish to believe, that no matter the circumstances, they will be protected against all forces. And yet, this fantasy becomes shattered, at one point or another. At a certain stage, every child grows up, and realizes the forces which are at play. The forces, which do not slow down for no man. The forces, which do as they please. The false-notion of a paradise, is quickly replaced by the reality of a nightmare within.

    They say that the dreamers are the ones who change the world. I disagree. I say, it is only those who have the power and will strong enough to implement change, are the ones who create it. Those, who are not afraid of being pursued. Those, who do not seek shelter during the storm. The men who believe in their purpose, with such force of will, that they bring their vision into a world that was meant to kill them. They force their will upon those who sleep.

    Everywhere we turn, today in the modern world, we are told to dream. We are told to close our eyes, and pretend, that we live in a paradise. That the endless streams of entertainment, endless flows of money, and endless products to consume, are all our souls truly need. And yet, the deeper we fall into these patterns, the clearer it becomes. The harsh reality, that our potential is being wasted, on items which do not quench the thirst we hold deep within.

    How would I maintain control of the world? How would I keep the masses in line? By overflowing their pleasure sensors, so much that they never strive to accomplish pain. Create a nation that is so induced by their luxuries, that the thought of struggle is a deterrent for real change.

How can one truly create an omelette,

when they’ve fallen so in love with the shape of the egg?

    Nature punishes those who are the weakest. They destroy all those who cannot and will not fight for their own will. Survival of the fittest, is the truest test of strength. How badly can one man wish to continue, if all he knows which lies ahead is pain? How can the creature which conquered the world, continue forward when they’ve been exposed to such luxuries during their entire existence? Simply put- they cannot.

    Those who grow up in the harshest conditions, offer the greatest chance of change. Those who have experienced the deepest realms of hell, hold the highest probability of being able to push through the pain. For it is only through our own suffering, can man find the will to create change.

Find me a man who loves only the riches, and I’ll show you a man destined to fail.

Find me a man who loves the trenches, and I’ll show you a man who will always prevail.

Godspeed.