On Huey and Life

"If you stop struggling, then you stop life..."

-Huey Newton

But really, what are you struggling for? Taken in context, Huey, the once-leader of the Black Panther Party for Self Defence fought, struggled, and eventually, died for the rights of African-Americans. And in so doing, had his name etched in American history. His struggle was his legacy, but again I ask, what's your struggle for?

Maybe under the guises of "freedom", "money", and "grades" its Life itself that we struggle against. Each day we awake to a battle site, like a soldier does in a trench in WWI - our eyes flicker open to be greeted by the same long and bitter battle we have fought each day of our lives, yet one we cannot simply walk away from.

Why should we struggle? Do we struggle just to add a sense of purpose in our lives? What then, does winning the struggle mean? If a shark stops swimming, it dies; but what about us if we stop struggling? Would life be meaningless to live in such a situation? If so, then death certainly must be a respite.

So we're trapped between the possibility of living like a drifting iceberg or running on an everlasting treadmill - the irony is, regardless of whichever path you choose, you won't know where you're headed to... the best way to escape from this cul-de-sac is to be a revolutionary and break free from this life, yet, to quote Huey again: "the first lesson a revolutionary must learn is that he is a doomed man".