From the Desk of Maverick Brenton.
Subject; An Important Lesson I Want To Share.
The other night I sat in the passenger seat of my brothers truck, nursing a swollen hand and feeling warm blood drip off my knuckles and onto old track pants. My elbow ached. I’d drove it into a concrete wall about 20 minutes earlier. Stupid. Emotion got the better of me.
We sat listening to the wind blow gently as a million stars twinkled in the sky above us. It was a beautiful night. Cold and clear, quiet and peaceful. Reminding me of my earliest years out here in the country. I breathed slowly and neither of us said anything for a while. All you could hear was the tree’s moving in the wind.
That afternoon I’d discovered I had lost a fight I had been fighting. Old friends from an old life had turned on me and assisted in my loss. The lawyer couldn’t answer my questions, the internet couldn’t, nobody could - and some Karen bitch in an office under a fluorescent light had sealed my defeat against what I thought were good odds.
Yet again life had kicked me hard in the guts. I’d misjudged someone, and suffered the consequences. All I wanted to do was focus on my work, on my money, and on my life but this shit kept coming out of the darkness to trip me up.
I’d lost my old career over an injury that now supposedly “never” happened. I’d been made out to look like a liar, and the people who shit on me got to keep breathing which is what angered me the most.
It reminded me of a lesson an old mentor told me…
Justice does not exist anymore.
“Motherfuckers!” I swore, loudly. Driving my fist into my door, then driving my elbow into the wall. So much anger had built up inside me that I could no longer contain it. I had enough on my mind with my work and business projects, just trying to keep my head down and press forward. This shit tipped me over the edge.
My brother pulled me out of the house and we drove out to this spot we always go. You can see every star in the sky and the air is pure. It was there we sat in silence as I thought about life, and as my brother did the same.
“Who gives a fuck man. You’re doing better than ever. Keep going.” He said.
“I know. But I wanted to win.” I responded, shaking my head.
“Well you didn’t, and you can’t change it. Move on”
I’d been on the end of what you could consider an unfair deal and I wanted to allow myself to feel like a victim. I did for a while but my brother snapped me out of it. Despite getting injured back then and being forced to quit what I loved - I reinvented myself almost immediately and now live a completely different life that leverages my brain instead of my body to make money.
I don’t really give a damn about what I lost and what “could’ve” been because I turned shit into sugar and my life is on track again.
Yet the anger I felt wouldn’t cease and it was because I had been fucked over by people I thought I could trust. Fake motherfuckers who pretend to have your best interests at heart but really don’t. This reminded me of the brutal reality of this world which we live in. The reality that life is unfair, people can be malicious, and you don’t always see shit coming.
One of the worst things about going through this life with a good heart and good intentions is that the dogs will sniff you out and try to take your soul. People who act like they care when really they would watch you burn.
As I sat there and looked down at my swollen knuckles, I suddenly realised the reason I have them.
Life is a fight; a fight that is no longer physical and brute, but a fight against forces we will often never touch or see - a fight against a system designed to beat us into submission and compliance - a fight against people who want what we have.
Our knuckles are a weapon from a time when we needed them. But now we don’t and the battles come in different forms. They’re fought over email, in court rooms, in offices, and in our own minds. Battles that have no physical exertion or consequence, only battles that wear down our mind and spirit if we let them.
Instead of meeting those men in the cage or for a duel, I was forced to type words into a computer and speak to empty headed idiots on the phone. It gave me a taste of what life must be like for men getting dragged through the courts by a woman, taken for everything they have, unable to do anything to stop her because the whole system is against him.
You feel helpless, hopeless, angry and frustrated.
This world and this life is designed to crush men and in most cases it does.
Life is so complicated now that what was once easy to solve is no longer easy to solve. People can afford to be snakes and fuck you over, because they can hide behind social media and the law. There are no consequences in most cases for people who want to mouth off and talk shit. They get away with it usually, so respect isn’t much of a thing anymore.
Social media is the cowards outlet. Everyone tries to make their life appear picture fucking perfect, shiny, flawless, an endless cappuccino on some beach with white sand. People try to be the expert when they have done nothing. They mouth off and spit shit like they’ve lived a life of substance. That same person is all kinds of fucked up though - they can’t even sit alone in a room and listen to silence. They need to scroll instagram, or tiktok, or facebook, and get their fix like a crackhead who wants his next hit. They go to sleep feeling insecure. They ain’t shit in real life. It’s all just a mirage what you see 99% of the time - edited pictures and videos on a screen. Look at it for what it is. These cunts don’t give a fuck about you or your problems, why would they?
Shit doesn’t always work out perfectly and as have said many times over on this website - life will come for your throat sometimes and you gotta grit your teeth. The worst thing you can do in these situations is what I starting doing the other night; feeling like a victim, bitching and moaning and wishing for a different outcome.
Suck it up, learn where you fucked up, and keep pushing forward towards whatever it is you are working for in life. Getting bogged down in negative emotions and feeling like shit will do exactly NOTHING to help your situation. You might feel like it does something, or someone is coming to save you because of how you feel - but life doesn’t work like that. God helps those who help themselves. It’s on your shoulders to shrug off, recalibrate, and reattempt. Despite what anyone has told you, life is 100% indifferent to how you feel and what you think you deserve.
Understand?
It’s real easy especially in today’s world, to sit back and allow yourself to feel like a victim of circumstance who can’t do anything. It’s real easy to think your feelings mean shit when you are really just another clump of skin and bone with a brain, walking around thinking you’re the shit when really you’re just waiting to die. You ain’t special. I ain’t special. We only think we are because we got time to sit around concocting stupid shit like that, when the reality of life is the lion eats the gazelle.
This world has been strategically designed to implant in your mind two destructive ideas;
A) You are special and different to everyone else.
B) You are a victim and deserve something you don’t - special treatment.
These two concepts are what we’re driving my thinking until my brother woke me up and made me realise what I was doing…allowing myself to feel special and feel like I deserved something else.
If you pay attention to the world around you, you will start to notice that everything is framed to portray victimhood. They want you feeling like life is out of your control, like you are not the master of your fate, like you cannot change things you do not like. Look closely and you will see what I mean. Masses are much easier to manipulate and keep under control when they feel like they are special and victims of something.
When you do this though, you give up whatever control and power you do have left to the negative shit inside your head. But none of it is as bad as it may seem in the moment.
Take some time out. Go for a drive. Buy a badass motorbike. Lift. Get away from the normal routine. You’ll start to see with more clarity and put things in their proper perspective, because life is 100% perspective.
After my brother took me out and we spoke, I realised this was a minor speed bump and I had in fact lost nothing. Only my ego was bruised. To waste a second pondering it further, was futile. I have too much work to do, too many things to create, weights to lift, words to write, battles to fight.
Have you ever looked down and wondered why you have knuckles?
Those bony, hard, nasty looking things sticking out of your hands. They’re weapons. From a time when we needed them, but now we don’t. Life is still full of battles though - they are just different. You’ll fight them with your mind, your heart and your fucking soul. If you lose the wrong battles today, defeat might be worse than death itself. Watch your step, don’t show your hand, keep your mouth shut and always watch what people do instead of what they say.
The outcomes of many battles in this life will seldom be fair, its dog eat dog, player vs player. But sitting around being a pussy because things didn’t go your way is acting like a fucking coward. So if you’ve taken a hit, been screwed over, seen the brutal reality of the unfairness of life and been dead wrong about someone you thought had your back.
Shrug it off. Learn where you screwed up because nobody is at fault except the man looking back at you in the mirror. And remember that those pussy motherfuckers won’t ever fight you or face you in the cage, they’ll just hide in the dark and throw rocks from the shadows. You’re ten times the man they are. So sleep easy knowing that and hold your head high my friend. Cowards die long before they are buried.
~ Maverick Brenton
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