I've thought about it at times. When I was blue pilled, however, I was alone, fat, godless, and sad. Understanding the world around me has given me purpose and drive. The allure of giving up the inevitable black pills in favor of vr, drugs, and "ease" all lead back to me being lost and sad. I don't want it. I like honing my mind and body, I like shitlording faggots and degenerates. I watch some of my family float through life aimlessly worried about trivial bullshit like Facebook and hair color and what their next antidepressant will be, and I'm happy in this shit storm. I'm happy seeing the truth even if it hurts to see others turn away from it all because it's too difficult. I like difficult, I embrace the suck. I want to look back on my life and see what I overcame, not what I hid from. I want to crush my enemies and love my family. These things are me, and as much as this world tries to grind my soul away, I know the more I fight, the better it gets for me and those I care about. We're here for the blink of an eye, and what would you do on your death bed knowing you did nothing, no one will miss you, and in all likelihood, your passing is more of a benefit to those that knew you? Because that is going back. That is regression. That's giving up truth in favor of a lie out of cowardice, apathy, and laziness. We carry this burden of truth because we can, and because we have to