To be brave and cheerful.
Your life was loaned to you from your ancestors to preserve for your descendants. It doesn’t belong to you. You are life’s steward for a very short time.
Your life doesn’t even belong to you. You do not deserve your life-your life is a result of grace and obliges you to care for life.
YOu cannot appease your enemies. You cannot walk free or outsmart through smarmy . It’s the very tension of life that pulled you into this dimension. You were born to fight this spiritual war.
But Man! Mang! Mang! You are trying my last nerve. This foolish and weak premise that we will win this war by playing by our enemies strengths and their playbook. If we just behave?
Our strength is our beauty and order. That’s the sword we slice with. And confidence. FFS. Weakness doesn’t win wars.
WE are the children of the greatest civilizations on the earth and we are worried about appearing correct enough for people who want to exploit us and kill us?
not in my mfcking timeline
I have spent so much energy and expense protecting you. You have no idea what you have been saved from while you expose your naked throat to rejection of nature. You think this is a joke or a power play. I don’t want to be insulting but we all have our limits. Even me.