One day I will make it out to Phuket Top Team to kick it (again) with gym owner Boyd Clarke and the rest of the guys at PTT, but in the meantime I’m perfectly content partying my eyes out in Hollywood, California while I continue to delay my obligations of being a grown up. The truth is I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, that’s the primary reason why I haven’t grown up. A lot of people just go through the motions — find a wife, have kids, get a home — and when they look back at the past decade, they really haven’t done anything but get closer to death. People choose this lifestyle because it brings them stability and security — and above all else, it’s the easy way out. Even I’ve had temptations of disregarding my dreams (or at least pushing them aside indefinitely) in order to settle down with a chick, live together in an apartment, and basically look at each other until we’re repulsed by our existence. I’ve had that — and I ran away from it as quickly as possible. It’s not the domestication of my being that’s a problem. Not at all. It’s the domestication of my creativity that scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t think properly. It’s as if every idea was flowing at the speed of continental drift — and I don’t wish that punishment on even my worst enemies.
There’s no existential verification that we get another shot at life, regardless of what you want to believe. Don’t wait to be your ideal self in the afterlife. It’s such a preposterous notion for someone to wait for the life they’ve always wanted after death. The truth is, the concept of the afterlife was created by the same monarchical elite that wrote the bible in order to pacify their citizens and force them to be content with leading a mediocre and poverty-stricken lifestyle. The king’s verdict was to be a humble citizen and if you don’t do ‘evil’ things like rebel, you can live a life of honey rivers and golden houses for eternity.
The scary thing is, people still believe this.
You’re a slave to the imaginary if you don’t believe in yourself. There are no gods and kings — only us. You are assembled from the same cosmic material as a supernova in Alpha Centauri, a butterfly flying on the beach of Hawaii, Bill Gates, Abraham Lincoln, a family of dinosaurs that attempted to survive in the Ice Age. You are all of it — and that should make all of you feel infinitely empowered.
Screw your life. Make a new one, and watch this trailer for Genghis Con’s ‘Phuket Dreaming’
