Nobody is coming to save you
Life is shorter than you think.
Nobody.
Nobody is coming to save you. Nothing. No person, no entity, no organization, no government, no doctor, no sponsor, no meeting. Nothing. There is nothing in this life that will save you from yourself and your own decisions. That’s right. The thing you need saving from is yourself. You are the only one responsible. You are the only one to blame. Do you really want to be the guy that watched the game last night? Or do you want to be the guy that played the game last night?
Rock bottom does not exist.
There is no rock bottom. There is no floor that you hit, where you magically stop falling and failing. You push through to the sub floor. Then the foundation. Then through that concrete foundation. And continue to crater into the depths of your own personal hell until you have been fully consumed by it, and die. You must put yourself back together. Piece by piece. You must seek your own help, and your own truths. Because nobody, not a single soul, not even your own mother can save you.
Be the the fucking penguin.
In Werner Herzog’s 2007 documentary Encounters at the End of the World, Herzog questions a marine biologist. He asks if it’s possible for a penguin to go insane. A penguin not only abandons his own colony, but his feeding ground as well. He turns his back on his two most meaningful and only known sources of comfort and belonging. He marches straight towards mountains over 70 kilometres away. The normie thought process would label this penguin as depressed. Marching towards a certain death. Taking steps towards his own suicide. He has gone insane.
You must reject such mental framing.
While the penguin may die, he has chosen adventure. Hardship. Risk and uncertainty. The great unknown. Over all comfort he has ever known. The penguin may die, but he will die doing something he feels compelled and drawn to do. Realizing his potential, or at least trying to.
Be the penguin. Live a life worth living. Nobody is coming to save you.
