A lot of people think that because I’m one of the nicest and happiest people they’ve generally run across in real life that I am in essence kind-hearted. I’m not, really. Life is war, and I’m not in any way better than the next person over; I’m just a rebel. A renegade. A defector. A deserter.
I was born in genuine wartime, in genocide, I’ve got scars as old and as deep as me, there’s no way I can be the common definition of “kind.” I’m kind simply because I’m a rebel who sticks to his principles.
See, unconditional love is the only way I know how to give society, and life in general, the middle finger. It’s the only thing that doesn’t make sense in this world, and so it’s the only real revolution. To quote WarGames, “The only winning move is to not play.”
To reiterate the point, I grew up amongst gangsters as well, there’s no way I can be the common definition of kind. The lesson I took away was that real gangsters don’t fear nothing from no one. I just simply realized that all unkind actions are based in fear of a future possibility of something bad happening. So what and who’s there to be unkind to if you don’t hold fear in your heart?
I mix with all types, and I haven’t gone one day of my life without laughter. How about you?
I’m on that #GloryChildFlow. How about you?