Watched The Bikeriders (2024) recently. Historical, cultural—none of that matters here. I’m sticking to how it hit me, personally.
So, there’s this journalist narrating, but honestly, who cares about his name? I don’t remember names from TV or books—only real people. Even then, it’s a struggle.
But that silent protagonist, the cool-headed, handsome blonde—he said something that stuck with me. When others in the story died, he’d say, “He’s better off that way.” And in a twisted, spiritual sense, I get it. We’re all better off dead.
Now, don’t twist this into thinking life should be taken from others or kept selfishly. No. What I mean is, none of us remember choosing to be born. We’re thrown into this mess, where some demand we take life seriously, while others preach letting go of the burdens we’ve either inherited or foolishly picked up. Life’s a struggle, and we’re all just trying to make sense of it. But let's face it—there’s no hard evidence that any of it means a damn thing.
Yet, we march on. Step by step, we pick up the baton from those before us and continue the race of humanity. We’re supposed to. And when our time’s up, there should be no regrets about what did or didn’t happen.
It was all worth it. The sweat, the blood, the tears, and everything in between. The grace and the gore. The grim and the glory. There’s no “wrong” except for the bullshit we pile onto ourselves about what should or shouldn’t be wrong.
Remember that old tale about the fruit of wisdom? If we’d never known about it, we’d be blissfully ignorant. What if it was all a lie, anyway? A cheap trick from “the adversary”? Maybe we got duped, and nothing actually changed—except our perception.
So here’s my point: don’t feel guilty about anything. As long as you grasp the virtue of righteousness—reaching a stage beyond guilt.
I’ll end with a line from Chuang Tzu:
“The right way to go easy
Is to forget the right way
And forget the going is easy.”
I'm back. Thanks for your patience ya savages.
