Fuck you. Fuck everything. Fuck the longhouse. You are going to die. Your life is going to end. You might die today. You might die tomorrow. But you are going to die. You are no longer going to exist. You are not going to think, taste, see, hear, perceive or feel anything. You have an Off button, and Nature will press your Off button, because you are supposed to die.
You should strongly consider the possibility that nothing will happen after you die. There might be absolutely nothing waiting for you.
No one can tell you how to live your life unless you let them. If you let people tell you how you should live your life, you live on their terms. It is no longer your life, it is theirs. You are their bitch. They own you. And chances are they don’t even care about you. But they still own you. Are you going to let anyone own you?
Maybe you will. Maybe that’s how you’re built. Most people need to be told what to do. Most people were born to be slaves. Too stupid, weak and cowardly to grab life by the pussy and find out for themselves. Learn how it works. They need a bible or a set of books or movies or a parent to tell them what to do. That’s normal when you’re a child, easy when you’re an adult. Anyone can follow a set of instructions. But evolving as a man means accepting that everything you were ever taught might be completely wrong, that only you can find out the truth for yourself. Most men stay perpetual boys and do what they’re told out of guilt or fear of what other people may think. They’re scared of mommy. They’re longhoused from birth until death.
Most men are not special or worth remembering. They have nothing to offer anyone other than a regurgitation of other men’s knowledge, which in itself is a form of self-cuckery and arguably gay. Living by another man’s words. Or even worse, a woman’s demands. You can find that easily now, especially on Twitter. They will die and wither away into the great ether of time like everyone else. But the men you respond to, the men who command your respect, the men who are remembered for generations past their death, lived life on their own terms.
Living your own life as a man means taking risks and trusting your gut as the source of your decision-making. Not being stuck in your head, being frozen in the gay little dilemmas of your mind. You act and deal with the consequences later.
Being decisive means facing the consequences of a wrong decision and inherently knowing you can learn from where you fucked up. No man is born with perfect knowledge. Men who lead other men have fucked up many times, they have a reservoir of past fuck ups to guide them. If you are an even moderately conscientious man, this spirit will lead you to smarter, better, and more intuitive decisions in the future — but most importantly, the decisions will be yours. Not someone else's.
Your gut is the most powerful source of knowledge you have. Your gut pays attention to the world around you, it knows how it was before you were born. You have to listen to it, it likes being listened to. When you listen, and more importantly act, upon what it tells you, it becomes stronger, louder. It is not enough to listen, you must act. When you do, it knows that you trust it, and will speak to you more clearly over time. Your instincts sharpen the more you act on them.
If you are living your life on other people’s terms then you are not a man. You are still a boy scared of Mommy and Daddy, in whatever form Mommy and Daddy take in your life. You are someone else’s bitch. You are either someone else’s bitch, or you aren’t. This is a choice you make every moment of every day. Your gut tells you where you stand.
When someone tells you what to do, you need to tell them Fuck You, directly or indirectly. All that matters is that the decisions you make are yours. You either clear your own path for yourself in the world, or you walk along someone else's. Not everyone can clear their own, because it’s scary, and you don’t know what is in front of you. Are you willing to find out? Do you prefer to be comfortable? Or do you want to know what the unknown may have in store? You are going to die. Fuck the longhouse.