We're born to die so I'm gonna fight for how I wanna live

spark up the riots guess I'm a criminal and a futurist

We're born to die so I'm gonna fight for how I wanna live

spark up the riots guess I'm a criminal and a futurist - Style, Foster the People

Living is a revolutionary act. I’d even say that living is a revolutionary art. To live by your own standards, not those created by the establishment, by family, by capitalism, but by your own set of rules, is revolutionary and artistic.

But why is it artistic, you may ask? Well, first of all, philosophers have argued for centuries about what is art and what isn’t, but I’d argue that a lifestyle that is true to an individual and to their self-discovery journey is a form of art, because it’s a form of liberation. Liberation from the aforementioned establishment.

Besides, most self-discoveries come through art, whether you do amateur paintings in your free time or sew costumes to be put on display at runway shows, living correctly is an art.

I learned living by leaving, and by leaving, I mean dying. Before I died, I didn’t do anything, I didn’t drink, I didn’t party, I wasn’t spontaneous, I was studious and boring. Now I have a full life that I’m very proud of and love sharing with ya’ll whenever it calls for it.

I believe I’m living my true, honest life, the revolutionary life, where I make little money here and there, but mostly focus on my writing (and later on my studies, because I’m going back to uni), and I know what I want to do with my life.

However, you don’t need to die to question your life choices and go through an extreme form of existential crisis; you simply need to ask yourself, Am I happy? Globally? Generally? Am I happy? Am I fulfilled?

And I have another question for you: what is life worth to you if you don’t take any risks?

Don’t forget, you’re born to die, so you have to fight for how you wanna live. (Those lyrics have haunted me since I first heard them.) I believe in the power of community, but in order to be useful, and an important member of a community you need to be true to yourself and not hide behind a shitty desk job that doesn’t fulfill you, only to come home and watch wherever the next season of Love is Blind is with a spoonfull of icecream. That’s not a fulfilled life, that’s a monotonous life.

Wake up! Wake up Wake up!

We are appalling and we need to stop just watching shit in bed (….)

The economy’s a goner,

Republic’s a banana - People, The 1975

I’m not asking you to quit the job that gives you a roof and grocery money, I’m just begging you that in your free time, you do something for yourself and don’t fall for the propaganda of Amazon's same-day delivery, and shitty reality tv we all watch and judge when we’re probably just as fucked up as those people under the conditions they’re under.

You deserve to fight for your life, the one you truly want. Maybe that doesn’t mean being a professional artist, and you’re happy with some more corporate job, but I know that deep inside your heart sings for something, so allow it to sing.

Don’t fall for all that capitalistic propaganda, don’t fall down a tiktok rabbit hole when you have some free time, watch a good film made by a real director and not some AI factory, read a good book by someone who isn’t a zionist, go for a bike ride, with your headphones and sing along, or paint something, the future is yours to take. Write that article you’ve been thinking about for weeks and were too afraid to publish, I swear it’s okay to be vulnerable, it’s even welcomed.

Like fuck, you deserve better. Don’t fall for those AI-written notes (I’ve already written about those), don’t fall for the aspirational articles of ‘here’s what I bought and loved’ because who cares about the new line of Hayley Bieber? The Earth is burning, and the USA just entered the Iranian/Palestinian/Israeli war so we’re fucked.

So fuck just enjoy yourself a little bit, stop being so numb towards everything the way capitalism wants you to feel, and start doing something for yourself. Live a revolutionary life, live an artistic life, you only have one and it’s yours to take. Become obsessed with your potential, I’m sure you’ve only just scratched the surface of what you can do.

Hell, if my 96-year-old great grandma could enjoy herself by watching with binoculars who was coming in and out of the cemetery in front of her house (where she would later be buried), there’s hope for you, too, to find something you can truly enjoy, outside of this capitalistic hellscape.

From Marseille with Love,

*vapes away*