A weird thought is going around in my head lately. It started with my mother asking me if I’d fight if war broke out here.
I said it depended on between which sides this war was. Then I started thinking about a war in which communist forces were one side. I’d fight for them.
The thought I’m having is that I stopped caring about dying. I know war is hell and dying isn’t fun, but I’m sort of at peace with it. I’m at peace with a fall of Western imperialism and I’m at peace with the thought of having to fight for socialism.
I know it sounds LARPy but I stopped caring lately. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
I will not fear death if, in that death, I have acheived something, having furthered the revolutionary cause, having brought the world closer to the triumph of communism. Had I, by the time of that death, touched the face of the Earth and changed it. A death that follows a life filled with meaning, I will not fear. Yet to die without having made a mark, without having changed anything, to die forgotten, unremembered… that death is a death I will fear.
So, comrade, such thoughts are not ‘LARPY’ - they are the essence of a revolutionary mind; they are the thoughts that can make real, meaningful change; they are the thoughts of one who is truly human: nothing more, and nothing less.
A weird thought is going around in my head lately. It started with my mother asking me if I’d fight if war broke out here.
I said it depended on between which sides this war was. Then I started thinking about a war in which communist forces were one side. I’d fight for them.
The thought I’m having is that I stopped caring about dying. I know war is hell and dying isn’t fun, but I’m sort of at peace with it. I’m at peace with a fall of Western imperialism and I’m at peace with the thought of having to fight for socialism.
I know it sounds LARPy but I stopped caring lately. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.
I will not fear death if, in that death, I have acheived something, having furthered the revolutionary cause, having brought the world closer to the triumph of communism. Had I, by the time of that death, touched the face of the Earth and changed it. A death that follows a life filled with meaning, I will not fear. Yet to die without having made a mark, without having changed anything, to die forgotten, unremembered… that death is a death I will fear. So, comrade, such thoughts are not ‘LARPY’ - they are the essence of a revolutionary mind; they are the thoughts that can make real, meaningful change; they are the thoughts of one who is truly human: nothing more, and nothing less.