A long time ago, a book was written by a nurse who worked with caring for those set to die. The book was called Regrets Of The Dying, it was a book listing every common regret those on their deathbeds had, from most common to least.
The most common regret?
“I wish I had the courage to live the life I wanted to live, not the one other’s expected out of me.”
You can spend your life following the norm, catering your interests and your habits to fall in line with some invisible panel of “based” judges who give the thumbs up and thumbs down for any and everything you ever encounter, until you’re nothing but another so called “autist” who’s only autistic hobby is obsessively chronicling the lives of people who had more courage than you, having thrown out everything you were genuinely passionate about to save yourself from the dysgenic and deeply disordered learned instinct of mistaking minor threats to social standing as major threats to one’s life (e.g, comparing minor bullying and teasing to being thrown at a lion as a gazelle.).
You can die like that, having your last thought be “It could’ve been great.”. But why should you?
Die with no regrets, everysingle buff male from a dead society that YouTube gurus tell you to look up to were considered incredibly fucking weird for their society. Think of our modern day celebrities that aren’t despised, Cory Kenshin is a weeb, TheLivingTombstone is a brony, Critikal is a Yugioh head. These are people that could say jump and the whole world would ask “How high?”.
Those who follow the status quo simply cannot make history.