Never Settle

Never settle. If you heed nothing else I've ever written, listen to me now. The day that “good enough” becomes good enough is the day you no longer matter--the day your story is written and that book is closed. Society wants it that way. Your boss wants it that way. So does your neighbor. They take and take your whole life under the guise of giving. They want you hushed and pacified… They grant you a little tax rebate, a tiny raise, you take a vacation to fucking Disneyland and all of a sudden you're so deluded you think you're living the dream. But that shit is a nightmare and I'm here to shake your ass awake. To be asleep at the wheel as your life quietly dwindles away is the ultimate waste. To be content is to die with a pulse. What you build with your hands, what you conceive with your mind is yours and what is yours can never be theirs. That which is solid and honest and noble will endure. But those 0s in the bank account, those material goods, those empty luxuries are but a passing fancy, a triviality. The widely prized commodities and empty extravagances that will one day be yours are all that the elite and empty 1% has to hang their designer hat on and when you take it from them, you will treat it as nothing more than the disposable shit it truly is. It is all they have and to you it is nothing. It is all they value and to you it is worthless. This mortal struggle is dog eat dog and I'll get mine no matter what. No matter who doubts me or judges me or stands in my way. I'll plug away and persevere. With bloodshot eyes, blood on my knuckles, calluses on my hands and dirt under my fingernails, I'll grind this bitch out as long as need be. I'll outlast, I'll outmaneuver and in the end I'll get my due. There is only one way I'll allow the rest of this story to unfold, only one possible outcome--the ending I envisioned from the start of this motherfucker. There is only one decision that needs to be made. Live forever for what is yours or die now for what is theirs.