From The Desk of Maverick Brenton.
Subject: What’s The Point?
Tell me something gentlemen,
What’s the point of working your whole life for somebody else, just to end up six feet under the ground and forgotten within a month – leaving behind nothing but a short speech made by somebody who was close to you? What’s the point of spending Monday to Friday, slaving away at some job you hate, just to make ends meat and stay above water so you can do it all again next week?
What’s the point of the bills and the stress and the frustration of modern living? What’s the point of living in fear, afraid of what people will think if you step out of line and go after what your heart desires? What’s the point of lining up to vote for someone you’ve never met because you’ve been threatened with fines if you don’t? What’s the point of being in a relationship that drains the life out of you and leaves you exhausted at the end of every fucking day?
What’s the point of doing what you’re told and showing up on time, fitting in and never stepping on anyone’s toes or going after what you want? What’s the point of spending every Sunday night dreading the week to come, because you hate your life and you can’t see a way out?
What’s the point of taking orders from some dumb fuck who spends every night watching Netflix and eating pizza while jerking off? What’s the point of going into debt for bullshit – just so other people look at you differently, just so you can feel better about yourself?
What’s the point of spending every waking minute worried about money?
What’s the point of being nice to everyone and agreeing with what they say, even if it goes against what you stand for? What’s the point of smiling when you don’t want to smile?
What’s the point of killing yourself at some career you don’t enjoy, just to honour the expectations of a society that wouldn’t care if you dropped dead right now? What’s the point of spending your life doing shit you don’t enjoy?
What’s the point of staying in your comfort zone - when you could get in your car and change your world, or get on a plane and see the world?
What’s the point of dying full of regrets, when you don’t have to? What’s the point of living**, if you refuse to actually live?**
Let me tell you what the point is:
There is no motherfucking point - it’s all pointless_._ It’s all a waste, a waste of your only damn life. And in this only damn life, there is only you and your mission. There is nothing else no matter what they all say.
Now you can spend this only life doing pointless shit that wastes your time and makes you miserable.
Or.
You can grab your fucking balls and go after something better. You can do what they say you can’t do. You can have what they say you can’t have.
All it takes is everything you have within you. That’s the price of achieving a life that most people dream about and only one man out of every hundred men, will be willing to pay that price.
As for the rest of them?
They’ll just lay awake at night - tossing the same question around in their mind.
What’s the point?
Your Man,
Maverick Brenton.
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