Settle and you’re done. I’ve seen it kill—friends of mine lost after the military, not to bullets but to the doubt in their mind. No fight, no fire, just drift.
Complacency’s a slow choke—it creeps in when you stop swinging. After I left the Marines, I coasted, got fat, became depressed, bitched about civilians. Fuck that. I decided to change and you can to! Stay hungry or die soft—your call. This isn’t about glory; it’s survival. Pick something—business, body, a dream—and charge it. I built this to remind you: the war’s not over, it’s yours. Complacency kills. Don’t let it take you. MOVE.
Or remain where you are and wait.
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