My Learnings: #27

Life, at its core, is a relentless battle against the universe itself. I’ve come to see that bad news isn’t the exception—it’s the rule. The natural order isn’t one of harmony or ease; it’s entropy, a slow unraveling of everything we hold dear. To live is to resist this cosmic tide, to stand defiant in the face of a universe that defaults not to triumph, but to collapse. Embracing this fight, leaning into the struggle, is where the truest joy lies—like savoring a donut snatched from the jaws of chaos.

This isn’t pessimism; it’s clarity. Things don’t work out on their own. The idea that they might is a comforting illusion, but illusions crumble. Entropy doesn’t negotiate—it erodes. Every step forward, every moment of order, is a victory carved out by force of will. Life demands strength, a constant countervalence against the forces that would strip you bare. You don’t truly own anything—your rights, your property, your peace—unless you can defend it. Trust and goodwill are tools, but power is the foundation. To live is to fight, not because the news will ever turn rosy, but because the fight itself is what defines us.