Life is a Terrence Malick film. After three decades on this planet, I’m finally starting to get it. We are nothing more than a swirling mass of tiny organisms, all somehow held together just enough that we can be conscious enough to yearn for those high water marks that we’ve hit throughout our life. It’s Monday, another grind, another dollar. Another life. I know what you’re thinking: I need to exercise. I need to spend more time with my family. I need more “me” time. I yearn for glory, I deserve success, I need a beer. I want Hendo to get a title shot at light heavyweight regardless of his two split-decision losses in a row. What are we even doing here? Nothing makes sense but it all makes sense. The duck is happy. Ride the snake.
This is ten hours of Don Frye and Yoshihiro Takayama. Let it guide you.