From the desk of Victor Pride
Writing location: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Fight Club is a very famous movie and book. But it is not a movie or book I take inspiration from.
You could call Bold and Determined the anti-Fight Club.
There’s one line in the movie that goes something like this: “Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…“, as if to say improvement is baloney and rotting is much better.
I look around, I look around and I see a generation of men rotting. Taking inspiration from this garbage like Fight Club. “Opting out” and accomplishing nothing.
And here is the big but. There is a future. You will have a future. And in that future you won’t want to rot, you will want to live well.
In that future you will wish you had the 3 best things in the world: health, wealth and relationship happiness. You will also want the time and freedom to enjoy it all.
I get a lot of comments along the lines of “But Victor! Money isn’t everything“. Bullshit it isn’t.
If money weren’t everything there would be no 5pm traffic. There would be no mad 5pm rush of people escaping, if only for a few hours, the nightmare that is their life. There would be no office jobs, people would be too busy smiling with their loved ones to rot away in a cubicle for a few peanuts from the boss’s boss man.
Money is everything because money allows you to be as you wish to be. Being poor allows you nothing except the thought that you are morally superior to the wealthy.
I have seen a lot of weblogs written by these type of “opt out” characters. Obviously they have taken a lot of inspiration from Fight Club, a nihilistic book written by a homosexual.
Comically, their version of opting out is always a) work a job and b) go try and pick up bar sluts on the weekend. Slow self destruction I call it. Fine for them, but Bold and Determined demands more from life.
There is a way to opt out and win, but it’s not the same as the Fight Club, anti-success, mediocrity posing as superiority style of opting out.
Opt out of the baloney life. The go to college, get a 9-5, party on the weekends until you are 30, then marry some ex-slut who won’t cook or clean, have a kid or two and be in debt up to your eyeballs and pray for the retirement fairy to come and save your life. No thanks.
Instead: Don’t work a job you hate for a limited income, don’t eat a baloney sandwich diet and get fat and sick, don’t date women who won’t cook or clean or remain trim. Yes, be selfish and, gasp, make a great life for yourself.
Make yourself better. Hell, make yourself the best. What’s so doggone hard about that? Nothing.
The one word I would use to describe my personal life is not “easy”, the word I would use is “better”.
Better than 5 years ago, better than 2 years ago, better than last year, and better than yesterday. It isn’t “luck” that got me what I have. It was my mission, so I did my duty and got what I wanted and continue to do so.
Nate the Nihilist will try and “take you down a peg or two”, and that’s because he’s a loser.
Losers can’t or won’t try to make themselves better but they will try to make other people worse.
Willy the Winner will be too busy working to be infected with the nihilist’s sickness.
And yes, you will have to work but you don’t have to rot while doing it. The decision is yours, enrich yourself or enrich others. Seems obvious to me which one to pick.
There is a future just around the corner. Hope yours gets better by the day, friend.
All you’ve got to do is the opposite of the Fight Club mission statement: Embrace self-improvement, disavow self-destruction.
Until next time.