"In every direction, around every corner there await weak and hungry souls desperate to tear others down for any amount of pathetic self-validation.
They obsess over how they walk, how they talk, what they dress in, what they drive, what they listen to. Posers, haters, pussies, whores, fools.
They think strength is looking strong. They don't know they difference between attitude and ego. They look down on hard work, they value that which does not last. They demand respect because they cannot command it.
The walking dead. Pretty failures, still virtually new in their packaging being consumed by vanity and atrophy.
But you and I, we know better. We heal so that we may bleed. We drink so that we may sweat. We sleep so that we may strain. We fight so that we may conquer. We Breathe so that we may work.
Millions of years of strife and starvation, thousands of generations; war, disease, disasters, struggle, and endless misery, but always survivors, always victors.
The human victory cry is in the screams of a newborn as much as the roaring yells and cheers of a bloodied but still-standing army. How many battles were fought before language? Before stone and bronze tools? Before history was committed to writing?
And yet here we are.
Our limits are the greatest gifts given to us by our ancestors gone before. Reaching our limits is the closest we can come to feeling their victories. Surpassing our limits is the closest we can come to honoring them.
I will not stop. I will not relent. When the weak and the mean-spirited look upon my face they will withdraw and become silent. They will see what I know, and they will stand aside."
-Random 4chan motivational picture.
