On the appeal of self-destruction
There is something intoxicating about the idea of giving something everything to the point of self-destruction. The idea of being bloodied, bruised, and ultimately broken but still not giving up, and giving it everything you have – quite literally. Something about looking at life in the eyes, and refusing to submit. It’s almost like an absurd defiance of the rules of life.
Being willing to give it more than what you have feels like the only thing that can cause change: the kind of change to make waves, to affect people you have never nor will ever meet, to leave a legacy, to make a change in a way that matters.