Willpower and a Middle Finger
Uber ride home. Driver asks how I do what I do—stock freight, stay sane, clock in without losing my mind.
I didn’t overthink it. Didn’t dress it up. I just told him the truth:
“Willpower and a middle finger.”
He laughed. Then he listened. Because beneath that joke was a weight he felt but couldn’t carry.
We talked about games. He asked if I had hobbies. I said I play when I need the silence. We landed on Elden Ring. I haven’t played it. But I like what it means.
Persistence. Pattern recognition. Brutal consequences.
You don’t win because you’re strong. You win because you keep getting back up.
Then we drifted into stories—Sinners, Game of Thrones, where they rose, where they failed. And finally, home.
No big event. No emotional climax.
But the line stuck with me.
Because the more I walk forward, the more I realize—
I’m not here for applause. I’m not here to be understood. I’m here to survive clean. Burn quiet. And erase what no longer fits.
I’ve been called “too much” since I found my voice. But the truth is: I was just silent for too long. Now that I’ve spoken, now that I’ve stared down the mirror?
I’m not going back. This isn’t Joker 2, the failed movie. This is Expedition 33.
The purge of the unnecessary. The final goodbye to the noise. The refusal to carry weight that begs to stay broken.
If that makes me the bad guy?
So be it. I’d rather be Suguru Geto with a blade than another empath bleeding out for people who only ever wanted a soft target.
I don’t need inspiration. I need a reason to keep walking— and enough willpower to flip off anything in my way.
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