Giraffe
Leaf Muncher
- Jun 1, 2023
- 23
I don't like this world. I don't hate it enough to leave, no actually, I do wish I could leave. Think about it and ask yourself that question: if you could snap your fingers and just fall peacefully asleep, never to wake again. Would you take that deal? Are you sure? Me? I really wish I could. But I'm chained. Chained. Chained to the last name.
My honor won't let me leave, my pride won't let me leave, my name won't let me leave. I refuse to be the coward who runs from their problems. I refuse to be weak and watch others become strong. And that's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it's awesome. It propels me forward in life to a degree where I know that even if I don't try at all, I'll still be fine. On the other hand, fucking hell just LET ME GO! Fucking pride and honor both keep me from taking the easy way out. Even if I could, I'm still chained by the last name.
I should clarify: My ancestors fought tooth and nail to stay alive when dying was easy. Now it's the opposite, where life is the norm and death is something almost absent from daily life, like an abstract dream. My great-great grandfather got up out of bed, put his clothes on and toiled and fought the world for the things he wanted. My great grandfather followed in his footsteps and also put in his clothes and fought the world for what he wanted. My grandfather and my father both fought the world for what they wanted, and now I'm going to throw all their suffering and hard work to create my existence all because I, "can't handle it?"
Fuck this world. I was born into a game I can't quit, where because of my last name I must win and can't lose. The world offends me, so you know what? Fuck you world, you evil bastard, I'm going to become rich as fuck, jacked as fuck, and WIN. I WILL BE A FUCKING WINNER JUST TO SPITE YOU. So do your worst, i'm coming for you.
My honor won't let me leave, my pride won't let me leave, my name won't let me leave. I refuse to be the coward who runs from their problems. I refuse to be weak and watch others become strong. And that's both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it's awesome. It propels me forward in life to a degree where I know that even if I don't try at all, I'll still be fine. On the other hand, fucking hell just LET ME GO! Fucking pride and honor both keep me from taking the easy way out. Even if I could, I'm still chained by the last name.
I should clarify: My ancestors fought tooth and nail to stay alive when dying was easy. Now it's the opposite, where life is the norm and death is something almost absent from daily life, like an abstract dream. My great-great grandfather got up out of bed, put his clothes on and toiled and fought the world for the things he wanted. My great grandfather followed in his footsteps and also put in his clothes and fought the world for what he wanted. My grandfather and my father both fought the world for what they wanted, and now I'm going to throw all their suffering and hard work to create my existence all because I, "can't handle it?"
Fuck this world. I was born into a game I can't quit, where because of my last name I must win and can't lose. The world offends me, so you know what? Fuck you world, you evil bastard, I'm going to become rich as fuck, jacked as fuck, and WIN. I WILL BE A FUCKING WINNER JUST TO SPITE YOU. So do your worst, i'm coming for you.