Fuckism: You can live safe on your knees or die loud on your feet—either way, the clock’s ticking. Question is: do you leave with scars… or a leash?
Most people ain’t living—they’re complying.
Bent over by fear, playing small, nodding yes to shit that poisons them just so they don’t rock the boat.
Smiling through misery.
Tolerating mediocrity.
Existing like prisoners with Wi-Fi.
And for what?
Approval?
A paycheck?
A gold star from a system that doesn’t give a fuck about your soul?
You weren’t built to kneel.
You were built to break chains, not wear ‘em like jewelry.
Standing up might cost you.
But staying down?
That’s slow death with polite applause.
Max Ren truth?
You’re gonna leave this world one way or another—on your terms or someone else’s.
So rise up. Burn the script. Shatter the shackle.
Live like your spine still works.