When you’re dead set on your purpose, you don’t allow in anything other than what supports you.
Despite the deplorable conditions of the Mad Max realm, the most charismatic inhabitants are fiery and awe-inspiring in how much they give themselves to their survival.
They know they’re going to have to suffer big-time. They know the world is out to get them. They don’t know what easy is. But they do it because they believe it’s worth it. They don’t have a choice.
In the post-apocalypse no one has time to say “this shouldn’t be happening to me”. Life is happening, and when you’re fully invested in your purpose it’s supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to be a struggle. You bleed and face a million obstacles, but it’s wonderful because you’re fighting for what you truly believe in.
This is how I want to live, fighting like a brute –albeit a slightly more refined and less lethal brute– for my true interests, my true self, my true beliefs and worthiness.
The kamikaze-like war boys of Mad Max live brainwashed and deprived, but I don’t need to be in order to tap into that mental drive and crazed intention.
All the excitement, suspense, tragedy and glory of the high-definition thriller happen to each and every one of us, although we tend to write off their momentousness because we perceive them as mundane annoyances.
When everything around me seems to be going wrong, it can still be a lovely day. Because the struggle is worth what I believe in.
Combat skills can only go as far as the mental skills that drives it. The only real thing that will keep us going when it feels like our world is imploding is how we choose to think about it.