“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.”
Today I saw a short clip from a well-known PUA within the Red Pill community lamenting what his life has thus amounted to. As I watched the short clip, only 26 seconds long, I could see the regret across his face like a mask. Within this short clip, he utters a truth that cuts to the very core of what has driven men all throughout history.
I don’t have kids. I don’t have a family. Wow, I have internet fame. I have a way to make a video and a few thousand people are going to watch it and that’s it. It’s a waste.
In short, a legacy.
Most men strive to leave some kind of legacy when they finally shrug off their earthly shackles and their legacy can take on many forms. To some this means inventing or discovering something that will change the world. For others, it is giving of himself to help his fellow man.
However, for most men, the most base instinct regarding their legacy involves creating a family. Having children to surpass himself is the oldest form of legacy building known to man. Before kingdoms, before paintings and busts, before historical texts, there was the desire to have a wife and children. So deep is this desire to create something that will survive himself is, he will lay down his own life in order to protect his kids.
This gives a man purpose and vision. With this purpose burning inside him, he will strive to better himself. That isn’t to say that the only reason that a man should improve himself is because of his family, but it adds a deeper level to his commitment. It’s a deeper fire that burns quietly in our soul ready to turn into an inferno at a moment’s notice.
As I train in martial arts, I routinely imagine defending myself and defending my family. When I imagine defending myself, a few emotions come to the surface: fear, apprehension, aggression. Will I be able to fend off my adversary?
But when I visualize someone attacking my family, I only feel white hot rage – the desire to utterly destroy.
My family is my precious legacy, what I will leave behind me when I am gone. It’s a deep-seeded instinct to protect, provide, and guide them until it is time for them to take the reins.
A man without a legacy will lie on his deathbed wishing he had some comforting thought as he takes his last breaths. Whether it’s knowing he left the world a better place or surrounded by his sons and daughters, he needs to know his life meant something (nihilists excluded).
This is my call to arms for the men out there. What legacy are you going to leave? Take some time to reflect on this, but don’t take too long. Begin taking steps to building your legacy, whatever that may be. You don’t want to be hitting the mid-point of your life before realizing everything you’ve done thus far is for naught.
For those of you already at this point, it’s not too late, but you will have to stomp the gas to the floorboard. The black pill is a life that not many men can truly live with and be happy with the results. Eventually, it will catch up with them and they will realize their folly.
Live with purpose.