Beyond the Limits of Limits

Life is weirdly complicated.

You find yourself coming to detest and abhor a thing—only to indulge in it later. Like HOAs and sex. At first, the education and training may be painful, until you find purposeful delight. Delight that comes through continued experiences. The pain transforms into treasurous pleasure, then you defend what you first hated. Now you’re its best soldier.

Stamped. On a t-shirt or a deodorant stick plastic.

Stockholm syndrome. Go figure. There’s already a word for it. Of course! Nothing new under the sun again.

Is there anything new under the sun? Something that has never existed—that once the fantastic society is exposed to, it can be sold back to them by a modern-day problem child, a tall, scary, white man, a dad who has become the subject of the world’s downplay and submission.

You do you notwithstanding, the problem I see with Gen X men is they are afraid to be boys again. Boys in the real sense—when fun, and mischief, and headlines were all-natural. But now those naturals have been tainted with economic production, high-yielding payouts, and social acceptance for a wage. They’ve turned themselves into real life AI enhancers and corporate boyhood.

I’m not reprogrammed. I’m unprogrammed. You can’t cancel that. The world, in all its comfort, doesn’t want that. They’re too insecure.

I imagine a life essence where hell is actually having to come back to this place—life—until you get it right. All of it. Whatever “it” is.

You know what I like about Tom Cruise? He makes me think of a man who has harnessed life in its own eternal state. He pushes beyond the limits of limits to achieve the utmost maximum in everything. I don’t know if it’s just movie magic, but seeing an aging man sprint so fast at his age says something nobody ever seems to comprehend:

That life literally has no limits.