The Pace You Set Should Be Your Own

I am not driven, I am not motivated.

I have the unique privilege of taking life at my own pace.

It is ideal for who lives it - me.

No one else needs to understand.

No one else lives it.

Yet I do find value in taking a moment to its fullest.

For that same moment will never come again in a lifetime.

I am all about living it up.

Having fun, indulging yourself.

And actively working to be under as little stress as possible.

For nothing ends life faster.

You should learn to find joy in every moment you breathe.

Life is too short.

For me, it is too short to follow anyone else's pace.

There are sacrifices made to achieve this, but they were not choices to me.

I experienced the pitfalls and adjusted and adapted.

The result is me. Practical. I am motivated by fun and freedom.

Not wealth. Not fame. Not power.

All have their uses, and all eventually poison the soul and turn you into something else.

So few resist that, keep who they are, despite the great power they now find they have.

It is difficult to not be consumed in the mania of it all.

It is so easy to lose control.

When you lose that, you forget your pace, your plans.

You become a tool, a pawn of others.

And you do not even mind, besotted with such good fortune.

That is not me.

For I am so detached I consider myself first.

I use people first, far before they can use me.

For I trust no one, everyone is a potential enemy seeking to exploit me.

It is far better to beat them to the punch.

To neutralize situations before they elevate in scope.

Before they are too big for one self nation to handle.

Never lose sight of your own pace, for if you do-

You are doing someone else's work for them.

Exploit, do not be exploited.

Enjoy every second, for the next one, the next breath, the next day, is always uncertain.

Don't worry about that, or anything.

Appreciate what you have. Be humble, be grateful, be content.

Do not go power mad, for that is the quickest way to destroy yourself.

Or be destroyed by others in turn.

Pace yourself.

I may not live up to anyone else's standards.

I am at peace with that, for if I ever cared, it is not even a memory.

More than at peace. I am satisfied. It defines me, by defying all else.

My pace is my own.

It should be the same for any true fighter, the ones who value freedom.

Who know how vital personal responsibility is.

You can be one of them - or you can just be cattle.

Toys, and eventually food for the demons.

The lives of cattle mean nothing.

They are not important, not dangerous.

No threat, no intelligence, not even suspicion.

The demons laugh, stupified at how easy it is.

You are fools.

You lost your pacing long ago -

if you even had one planned in the first place.

You are embarrassments.

More failure than I could ever be.

You have to live with that - the death you call living that is.

You do not even have the intelligence to be ashamed.

The realm will be better off when you are harvested.

You truly deserve your fate.

Surrender, acceptance, forgetfulness, apathy.

You are all lost.

Since you help more than hurt the cause of freedom, the wolven-

should not mind tearing into you too on occasion.

It is not like you will be missed.

Fodder is fodder, waste is waste.

The air will be freer without your rotting mindless putrescence.

You were dead long before the demons came to slay you.

You had lost all that mattered, because you never found it first.

So you are inconsequential.

Should you survive, you will not be grateful.

You won't even know what has happened.

You should not live to be in those calm days.

When the specter of tyranny no longer hangs over every bold thought, word and deed.

You are dead, mindless fools, who cannot appreciate true freedom.

So die now.

Go to your death, and die again.

You never knew life in the slightest.

So losing pace - was inevitable.

In this phantom, false life-

The choices you make, the power you have - does not matter.

The dead can not fight against evil.

They have no idea what is going on.

They are concerned only with themselves.

That is why they are placid, ignorant, soft eyed cattle.

They can not be anything else.

Not in this epic struggle.

If you do not see, do not resist -

what point is there to you being a self nation?

Stay blind and ignorant.

Stay in your happy mudwash citizen of the world everyone come together pigcrap.

Stay brainwashed by the social machine, chained together.

With not a single original idea among your hive minds.

Fools. Cattle.

Nothing else qualifies.

The demons laugh.

Look how easy they become our tools - almost as if they want to!!

Demon City howls.

You are such an embarrassment.

You should not breathe again.

It is not real anyway.

Your life is a farce. The demons know it.

The wolven know it.

God, whom you have abandoned, denied, defied, cursed -

He knows it best of all.