Enemies can appear in our lives out of nowhere: a stranger who cuts you off in traffic, a dude who looks at you weird in the men’s room, or treasured friends who betray you out of jealousy. But when enemies do rise up, they must be dealt with decisively—on animal instinct. Mortals falter; kings act. And the mortal who acts? Well that motherfucker becomes king.
They say greatness comes at a cost. If you want to achieve legendary status, you must make certain sacrifices. The demands of others oftentimes conflict with the demands of living an exceptional life. It takes a goddamn Superman to meet all the expectations put upon a celebrity figure nowadays. Could Schwarzenegger have ascended to the top of both film and politics if he had actually given a fuck about his family? I doubt it. Would Alexander the Great have conquered the world had he have dialed it back? Is it even possible to reconcile the needs of others with the need to win when winning often means defeating your rivals at any cost? I suppose it remains to be seen but there’s one simple truth you can always rely on in this fucked-up world: Victory is its own reward.
Fame. Fortune. Power. Titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life. But you can have a pocket full of gold and it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have someone to share that gold with. It seems simple yet it’s an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.
If you ask me, the secret to success is to have a diverse portfolio. Too much of any one thing is fuckin’ no bueno. Of course sometimes balancing can be hard, but all these worth having are worth fighting for. Sometimes hard work pays off. If a man doesn’t have a dream, well guess what? His soul begins to die. So after you accomplish your dreams the best thing to do is to come up with new dreams, that way as the years roll on, as they will do, you’ll always look to the future with hope.
But of course the future is sure to hold its fair share of miseries. All kinds of shitty sorrows. I find solace in the fact that from each sorrow comes a little bit of knowledge. And with knowledge comes wisdom.
If you’re lucky, you get a second act in life, but sooner or later death will come unannounced. Old Man Reaper comes to reclaim your soul. All you can hope for is that the people you love will cherish the time they spent with you. In the end, you judge a man by how he influenced the world. Judge him by the seeds he left behind. And you judge the seeds by the harvest. Kenny Powers’ harvest remains unknown, but I’m pretty goddamn proud of my seeds.