If someone held a gun to my head and told me they were going to kill me, you had better believe I’m going to fight them. I might lose, but there is no way I’m going to just sit there and let myself get shot.
If I was attacked by a grizzly bear, I’d wrestle it with all my strength and kick and punch and gouge and fight.
If I was clinging to a rock ledge, hundreds of feet off ground, and if I slipped I’d fall to my death. My hands would have to break off before I’d let go.
I am willing to fight for my survival in any of these cases.
Then, why I ask you, am I so willing to eat and drink and slowly kill myself in the name of food that tastes good for just a moment?
Fuck that, let’s fight. I’m willing to fight for my life, my health and my happiness.
