Monday, September 27, 2010

Honour our dead...

In every direction, around every corner there await weak and hungry souls desperate to tear others down for any amount of pathetic self-validation
They obsess over how they walk
how they talk
what they wear
what they drive
what they listen to
posers, haters, pussies, whores, fools.
They think strength is looking strong
They don't know the difference between attitude and ego
They look down on hard work, they value that which does not last
They demand respect because they cannot command it.
The walking dead. Pretty failures, still virtually new in their packaging, being consumed by vanity and atrophy
But you and I, we know better.
We heal so that we may bleed
We drink so that we may sweat
We sleep so that we may strain
We fight so that we may conquer
We breath so that we may work
Millions of years of strife and starvation, thousands of generations; war, deseases, disasters, struggle and endless misery, but always survivors, always victors.
They human victory cry is in the screams of a newborn as much as in the roaring yells and cheers of a bloodied but still-standing army. How many battles were fought before language? Before stone and bronze tools? Before history was committed to writing?

And yet here we are.

Our vast limits are the greatest gifts given to us by our ancestors gone before. Reaching our limits is the closest we can come to feeling their victories. Surpassing our limits is the closest we can come to honouring them.
I will not stop. I will not relent. When the weak and mean-spirited look upon my face they will withdraw and become silent. They will see what i know, and they will stand aside.
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At first i was like:

Then :

1 comment:

  1. That is one of the best quotes I have read. Any chance you know where it comes from?

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