Monday, April 11, 2005

"Security"

by Hunter S. Thompson, 1955 (age 17)

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security had not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the majority) that we recieve the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must be laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement thay can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night at what could have been, but who wake at dawn to their now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a tread-mill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed on the shore and merely existed?

1 Comments:

Blogger carlBOMB said...

impressive for 17, no doubt.

5:31 AM  

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