What’s the price of life?
What’s the price of freedom?
Life is not free
Freedom is not free
You’re not free to live as you please
You’re not even necessarily free to live
The world created you
and the world might as well swallow you instantly
You could have never been born
You could have been born dead
You could have been born only to be killed immediately
You could have been born and have grown up and have had dreams and aspirations and then have died
Yo could have been born and have had dreams and aspirations and then have had those dreams crushed
You could have been born and lived and had food on your table
You could have been born and had roof above your head
You could have been born and lived long and happy life
You could have been born and lived and suffered and then died
You could have been born and starved
You could have been born and struggled to survive and then died
You could have been born and gotten pregnant and died
You could have been born and died in a war
You could have been born and died of pestilence
You could have been born and became an engineer
You could have been born and became a trader and then had fucking roof cave in on your head
You could have been born and had an accident and became paralysed
You could have been born and bought an iPhone
You could have been born and have been killed by a hostile tribe
You could have been born and froze in the cold winter
You could have been born and have built a house and see it burn
You could have been born and have built a castle and died there of burst belly
You could have been born and never have owned your own place
You could have been born and someone else owned the place where you lived, and you were paying him your entire life, till you died
You could have been born and had a mansion with a pool, and overdosed there
You could have been born and struggled to survive
You could have been born and have been a slave
You could have been born and have spent your life doing what the society expected of you
You could have been born and spent your life writing equations on a chalkboard, or maybe writing code on a computer
You could have been born and spent your life entertaining people
You could have been born and have done something random
You could have been born and have done nothing
You are born and you’re entitled to shit
You had no saying in what time and society you were born to
You are born there and the only thing that’s RIGHT is what YOU MAKE RIGHT
NOTHING is intrinsically right
It’s not intrinsically right that you should live. You could have never been born
It’s not intrinsically right that you should not suffer.
It’s not intrinsically right that you should have what others have.
It’s not intrinsically right that you deserve a roof over your head.
It’s not intrinsically right that you deserve freedom
You are born and you’re entitled to shit
You had no saying in what time and society you were born to
Then you’re born and you look around and learn to grovel
You quickly learn what’s IMPOSSIBLE, and don’t cry about it
But then you quickly learn what you’re ENTITLED TO,
And you are sad when you don’t get it
And you grovel, supplicate yourself to the world, to give it to you
And you whimper
And you ramble about ideals and philosophies and politics and what’s right and what’s wrong and morality and god and what fucking not
You are born and you’re entitled to shit
Look around yourself
NONE of that you’re entitled to
Not your smartphone
Not your TV
Not that hamburger
Not the air in this room
Not this person to even look at you
Not to have a drink and put your feet up
Not to get a job
Not to get paid
Not to listen to a song
Not to this chair and this bed
Not to fantastic world around you
Not to the rivers not to the forests not to the lakes not to the seas not the mountains
Not even to live
Everything,
I mean, EVERYTHING
The earth not yet destroyed is a gift
Finding place on this earth, before getting killed, is a gift
EVERY DAY obviously is a gift
EVERY SINGLE ACHIEVEMENT OF THE HUMANITY IS A GIFT. EVERY INSTITUTION, EVERY TECHNOLOGICAL INNOVATION, EVERY AMENITY, EVERY IMPROVEMENT, EVERY PIECE OF WISDOM RECORDED
ALL OF THOSE ARE GIFTS
You are entitled to shit
Your god gives you another day to live
AND you are entitled to shit
EVERYTHING you so hate about the modern world — comes with EVERYTHING YOU TAKE FOR FUCKING GRANTED
Every TOY, every TOOL, every DIVERSION, every DISTRACTION, every PASSION even, every AMBITION,
ALL of that you INHERIT from the world to which you’ll born to
And then you dare CONDEMN this world,
UTTERLY oblivious that this is a GIFT
That even the fact that you can THINK of what’s DISAPPOINTING is a LUXURY, is a GIFT
That it’s a debt that can never be repaid
indeed,
ALL COMPLAINING is UNGRATEFUL AND IGNORANT,
And I’m ashamed of having ever complained
ALL COMPLAINING is UNGRATEFUL AND IGNORANT:
-Complaining about life is UNGRATEFUL to the gift of life
-Complaining about world and society is UNGRATEFUL to your ancestors,
the herculean work they did for the humanity,
and it’s ungrateful to your fellow living humans, for not having disposed of your ungrateful useless ass
Indeed,
You are entitled to shit
Freedom is not free
You take space in this world
You could as well have never been born
Your daddy could have worn a condom
Your mother could have aborted you
Your government could have decided that there’s no more space in this land for you
Your neighbouring state could have decided to free this land from you and those like you
It doesn’t matter that you didn’t ask to come to this world
If you don’t like it — you can always go back, now
Freedom is not free
Take it or leave it
What is the meaning of this all?
The system owes you shit. You owe the system. Make sure first that you repay your debt
PERHAPS the system is horrible
But you’re still alive, aren’t you?
Do your duty and repay the system for not killing you
If you think death is better — then kill yourself. Or go to war against the system. Just be honest about it.
Just be honest about it and ACTUALLY do something about it, if you think it’s wrong — rather than WHINE about it, while enjoying all it has ever given you
The system owes you shit,
And life owes you shit
You owe life
You’re alive
Your duty is to be as alive as possible
Everything is a gift
One day it’s noble purpose, next day it’s empty pleasure, next day it’s boring comforting routine, next day it’s a thrilling adventure, and next day it’s struggle to survive
All of that is a gift
Who are you to decide
You’re entitled to shit
Once again
Complaining about your life is ungrateful for the gift of life. Would you rather die?
Complaining about the system is ungrateful for the opportunities you received.
If nothing else opportunity to live and complain. But in XXI century, you’ve received more than any of your ancestors ever.
Is there no place for dissatisfaction?
INDEED there isn’t
I am literally saying that everything is a gift
If something is a lovely gift — you DON’T COMPLAIN
It’s NOT far-fetched. It’s extremely clear
There’s ONLY IMPROVEMENT
There’s ONLY DOING MORE
There’s only DOING BETTER
Complaining doesn’t exist
It’s a lie
It’s a disease
If you don’t like your life, you can make it better, or NOT make it better, or kill yourself, but you literally have no right to complain. Complaining just doesn’t exist.
It’s an illusion. It’s what you learned to do to get what you want — but GOD already gave you EVERYTHING. There’s nothing more to obtain. Therefore complaining is a lie, an ILLUSION
If you don’t like this world, this system, you can make it better, or NOT make it better,
but again, UNLESS you’re MAKING IT BETTER — you have NO RIGHT TO EXPECT ANYTHING MORE FROM THE WORLD
Do you really not see?
The world doesn’t OWE you
YOU OWE THE WORLD
This world not only didn’t kill you, it gave you institutions and values to survive and thrive
Even the inferior world of our ancestors often gave more than it took
Complaining is an illusion
There’s ONLY what you’re given
The rest of the work is up to you
I can’t respect any complaints
I can’t respect anything less but personal responsibility
I can’t respect anyone who blames the system
I can’t respect anyone who doesn’t work on himself
I can’t respect anyone whose not actively trying to make this world better
It’s all ignorance, ingratitude and delusion
The world is 99% complaining ignorant parasites
The 1% doesn’t have time to complain because is busy making their lives better, or making the world better, or both
That 1% is how anything gets done
This text is over and this complaint is over
I’m done complaining