About suicide in Spain
I just saw the video of a gym owner, a father, apologizing and saying goodbye to everyone. I don't need to say any more.
It has affected me somewhat, because one thing I have, for better or worse, is that I never give up, and I never show indifference to anything. I didn't come into this life to be a shitty NPC; I came here to fight for my loved ones until the last day, until my last breath.
The suicide figures in Spain are extremely scandalous, exceeding 4,000 cases per year, and I continue to be outraged, above all, by people's stupidity, especially the stupidity of women who make beds for all the feminists who receive large amounts of money for the mere 40 women who die each year at the hands of their partners. There is a lot of feminist drumming, but zero attention to suicides, which are mostly men. Who cares?
And it's all related, because it's the fucking system that crushes men. Men still have the greatest responsibility in society. Men can't fail. Never forget that. But you know what? It has to be that way. It's nature.
I'm not here to tell you that it's the system's fault, which, although it may be the cause, the blame lies with men, because men have become soft. Life is meant to be suffered, accept it. There are people who are lucky in life and spend it from the first day to the last doing nothing and die of old age without suffering, but they are a minority.
As a man, you have to prepare yourself from the moment you become conscious to suffer, and if you have sons, teach them that, and if you have daughters, too. Life is made up of little moments that you have to earn, that's all there is to it, the rest is uphill, but never give up. Are you going to kill yourself over taxes? Fuck that, find the tax collector and beat the shit out of him. Are you going to kill yourself over a woman? Be a man and find another one. Are you going to kill yourself because you don't have a job or money? Try harder.
Don't fuck with me, man, don't kill yourself, be a fucking man and face what you're afraid of. Get up in the morning, beat your chest and shout, “I am the man.” I never give advice that I don't apply to myself. My life hasn't been a bed of roses. I've endured more than the average person and I've always gotten back up, because my life is worth more than any son of a bitch's. I'm here to protect my family, and if necessary, I'll kill anyone. That's my mission. I'm a soldier with a goal. No one will trample on me or my loved ones.
Be a man.
