Utility Is the Repository of Life, Not Truth
Truth doesn’t save you. Belief does.
I don’t chase truth. I chase what works.
There are things that are real, but they don’t serve me.
So I burry them.
Depression is real.
But it’s not useful.
So I move as if it does not exist.
Truth doesn’t govern my life. Utility does.
If an idea weakens me, I discard it.
If a belief slows me down, I burn it.
If a narrative locks me in place, I rip it out, no matter how true it is.
You can die with the truth.
You can rot with the truth.
You can hold the flag of truth while your life collapses.
I don’t care.
I’d rather live in a powerful lie than drown in a beautiful truth.
Depression Is Real. But It’s Not Useful.
I’ve felt it. I’ve seen it.
It happens. It’s real.
But it’s not useful to believe in its permanence.
It’s not useful to kneel before it like it’s some god I must obey.
So I treat it like a ghost.
I move like it can’t touch me.
I train like it doesn’t exist.
I stack miles like I’m immune.
Is this delusion?
I don’t care.
It works.
It moves me.
What works shapes life.
What’s true just sits there.
Truth Without Utility Is Dead Weight
The truth is life is short. The truth is I might fail. The truth is the sky could fold me.
But none of that helps me.
None of that fuels me.
So I discard it.
The truth is less important than the story I can use.
The story that builds me. The story that sharpens me. The story that keeps me moving when I’m broken.
I don’t want to carry truths that make me weaker.
I don’t want to hold beliefs that don’t translate to motion.
I willfully choose useful beliefs.
I stack useful stories.
I follow useful illusions.
Because useful illusions build men.
Truth alone buries them.
Reality Is Plastic. The Will Shapes It.
The man who tells himself he’s doomed will move like he’s doomed.
The man who tells himself he can’t run another step will stop.
The man who tells himself fatigue is a wall will hit that wall and stay there.
Perception shapes reality.
Utility shapes perception.
I choose to believe the roads are endless.
I choose to believe the sky is mine.
I choose to believe I can always move forward.
I choose to believe fatigue is where I start, not where I end.
Maybe it’s false.
But it serves me.
So it stays.
I Build on Utility, Not on Truth
I don’t write to defend objective reality.
I write to create subjective weapons.
I write to build frames that move men.
Truth is fragile.
Utility is steel.
You can have your truth.
I’ll have my mileage.
You can hold the facts.
I’ll hold the road.
Utility is the repository of life.
It’s what stacks runs, stacks climbs, stacks jumps, stacks wars.
Truth doesn’t save you.
Movement does.
Belief does.
Utility does.