Blader Digest: Read This While High

There’s some causes that require a valiant effort, a sacrifice only to do what you think is right. It’s the noblest of causes—toil based on conviction. Men who dedicate their heart and character for all they know and love stand above heroes.

Who doesn’t believe they’re doing that?

Sometimes things don’t work. Occasionally, all you worked for falls flat on its face. Most of those times, you say, “Well, at least I tried.”

There’s a problem with that phrase.

Sometimes, there’s no point in trying and the heroic thing to do is accept it and do what you can with what you have. Realizing that there are things beyond your grasp, far from your strength and courage, is tantamount to your survival.

There are some things you cannot explain.

Old memes are people, too!

Take this one for example: life.

You don’t know for certain there isn’t a God. You can’t know for certain there isn’t one. You don’t know if we’re all not a dream of a beetle. You have no idea—with complete certainty—that the moment before the one you’re in now even existed.

The only people who know these answers are dead.

All you have is what you think you know. There’s no concrete way to prove our existence because all we know is what we’re told. History, language, your birth, religion, and the rest of the world that you’ve never experienced on your own could all be a lie.

The only people who know that answer are probably lying to you.

You could be in some really messed up Truman Show-like experiment. You could still be hooked into the Matrix. You could be doing some kind of dumb version of Quantum Leap.

You be on drugs right now. You might be a coma. You may be sleeping. You could have such significant brain impairments that you began imaging life as it would have been, but one day you forgot where it started and kept on not knowing the dream wasn’t real. You know, some Inception shit.

The only person who knows that is hallucinating, or may only exist in your mind.

You may be God Himself.

The only person who knows that thinks he’s God.

See? You’ll never be able to figure out all of that.

The only way to understand life is to know everything from beginning until end and you’re nowhere near either.

So, if you spend your entire life trying to figure it out, you’ll fail.

It is impossible to figure out life. Anyone who thinks they’ve got it all figured out is either dead, lying, a figment of your imagination, hallucinating, or God. So, before you become distraught that you can never solve the puzzle of life—including most things contained in it—know that this is fact, not fiction.

This isn’t a movie.

If you’re spending all of your time trying to understand things, you can stop right now.

Life isn’t a car that won’t start. It’s not how fast you need to go to clear those stairs. It isn’t what you did last night. (NOTE: Not knowing what you did last night means you might have a life, which is important)

Life isn’t something you can figure out.

There are problems in life you’ll never be able to solve.

There’s no point in trying anymore.

Really, there isn’t.

Kurt Vonnegut, a great mind with a great man attached to it, wrote that “we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.” He’s absolutely right.

If there are so many things in life we can’t reason—although we delude ourselves into thinking we have—no matter how much time we’ve devoted to it, why do we worry about them?

Fame. Money. Power. Validation. Respect. Pain. Love.

No wait, take love off that list.

Love is worth the effort. Love is worth the trouble, but only a fool would ever waste a moment trying to understand it.

Another great mind, Andew W.K., wrote (on his Twitter account) that “you don’t have to understand something to enjoy it, and you don’t have to like something to love it.”

Trying to understand anything we love, or why we do the things we do for it, while we’re in it, and when it’s gone is pointless, tiring, and the closest thing your damaged/faulty/drugged mind could be to a hamster in a wheel.

Asking someone to explain why they love someone or something is only asking for the impossible. Trying to answer the question is equally impossible.

These aren’t things we should worry ourselves with.

At least we all know now.

The time, patience, and dignity you wasted on such things in the past was in vain.

Yes, you tried, but there’s no point in chasing after things we’ll think are good for us. There’s no point in longing for things we’ll never have. There’s no point in trying anymore.

But before you go and do something stupid like kill yourself and ruin your parents new carpet, know this: there’s no point in trying if—and only if—those things are causing you pain.

If they don’t make you smile once a day, get rid of them. Cut their barbs from you and toss them into the dirt. Let them rot until they fertilize something better. If they come back just as bad or as worse as the original, you can always squash them under your boot.

You can either keep trying something so you can say you tried, or you can face the alternative of a life wasted in vain to seek knowledge that cannot be obtained without certainty. Even the most solid scientific proofs are backed in research because you choose to believe the rules they follow.

Keep searching with the certainty of uncertainty and you’ll forget where it all started and keep going until the end.

Still yet another great mind, Louis C.K., said “Every day starts, my eyes open and I reload the program of misery. I open my eyes remember who I am, what I’m like, and I just go ‘ugh….'”

The things we keep doing and we don’t know why because we neither understand, enjoy, like, or love them, yet we keep doing them every day and we don’t like who’ve they’ve turned us into, those should be left rot into the dirt.

None of this is to suggest the things you love are worthless, but rather to illustrate one thing: if you can’t understand something, don’t worry about. Don’t worry about understanding it, but also don’t worry about the thing at all.

Do what makes you happy.

Don’t try to understand it.

Love what you love.

Don’t bother trying to explaining it.

Or maybe I just sit around too much, thinking of unimportant, insignificant things and blow them out of proportion.

Or maybe I watch too many movies.

Or maybe I read too much.

Or maybe I’m high.

Blade or Die,

— Brian Krans

P.S. I can’t thank the rollerblading community enough for reading what I write. Not just this column, but for my next book, Freeze Tag on the Highway. The response from the blading community has been awesome. Thanks to everyone who ordered the book, because it was written by a rollerblader, has a photo by a rollerblader, was designed by a rollerblader, and has a character who is a rollerblader.

Also, thanks to anyone who shared around this awesome trailer for the book, made by awesome rollerblader Chris Bjerre.


  • […] have said this before, but I’ll say it again: one of the most worthless things you can do is try to explain why you love something. What’s worse, is that you should never try to understand something you […]

  • Johnny Ray wrote:

    it sounds like you have put alot of thought into telling people not to think. and i would like to inform you that you can know more about life than accepting not knowing. people who talk like life could be a beetles dream (haha) or i think therefore i am are completly lost in their soul. they have given up any real attempt at not being lazy as to find any real answers. it is unfortuanate that so many scientists have the same agenda of lying to people so they can be at a false peace of mind in believing they have the answers to how the world started. creation actually points to God, the creator, the dude of the Bible, every single time. it’s a temperment of the soul that doesn’t get examined when we don’t even have balls to look at the possibility of God. so you were created for a purpose, to either love God, or ultimately hate God. because lets not placate any of our evil thoughts and desires here. we stay away from God because we all know we are evil. it’s proof of the soul. this is all with a slight edge to it, but God is the most beautiful thing you can think about. the story of Jesus: God becoming man, which to atone for sins, sacrafices himself for the people he loves that hate him. i’m getting off the only point i really wanted to make because there is bookoo’s of knowledge that people are unaware of. and that point is, you exist because God created you. God creates out of love and has a plan for your life if you set your will to his. there is meaning, you just have to be able to give into to it, to give up the world and stand for Jesus.

  • If god does exist he is really just doesn’t give a fuck. Don’t tell me someone i can never feel or see loves me. Lastly, i used to be a christian but then as buddha experienced he “woke up”, as did I to the many blatanly wrong things about religion. Do not label me anything the moment you do you are wrong.

  • Johnny Ray wrote:

    I’ve asked these questions before. i can only say that lightly because you don’t know how i used to ask. ive been angry with God before.(now i am only angry with myself). i “was a christian” too. i lost my faith and became extremely pissed. angry with everything i didn’t understand and with everyone who never asked or never told. It took me almost 10 years to realize how wrong i was. For God to create there cannot be any imperfections. God is love, and creates out of that love. and not just a like a pat on the back love, but a shamelessly and brutally die for you love. he died for all the things you do against him. your imperfections, your anger, your sin, he humbled himself and sacraficed himself for you. It requires faith because Jesus only needed to die once to atone for all sins, and since we don’t live in the time when He walked the earth we simply have to have faith that he did the things he did. Its a tough thing to do, but you can do it, if you want to. on a more serious note, your anger angers me and for good reasons. people looking at “religion” really means they’re studying people and judging God on those assumptions. You cant study people and think that’s who God is. Stay away from labels then, i dont know who would label you. i hope your a rollerblader.

  • Thinkingaboutgettinghigh wrote:

    Okay, so I am 16 and I have straight A’s. I am athletic, no one has pressured me, and hell I’m just curious. I know these people who smoke weed, and in fact it is incomprehensible how easy it is for a 16 year old girl to get weed. It’s a text message away. So this weekend I was texting a pothead, just being curious, and found out that getting high is a text away. Then I thought I don’t want to mess up my life with that *ish. BUT, then I thought what the hell y.o.l.o BUT THEN I thought: don’t be an idiot. So as you can tell I’m battling myself here. I was researching all the terminology, and well just about everything there is to know about the drug this weekend. Yeah, I like to know what I’m really dealing with. I read all this stuff about it messing up my body, and I know all the retributions of doing it, but I’m still not scared. I also looked up reasons why teens do drugs. Peer pressure, NOPE not me. I don’t think drugs are cool. I don’t feel like I need to be accepted, because none of my friends do that stuff (only the people who aren’t your friends but you still talk to them…. you know those people). Anyways… I just want to know is this normal? I mean for a completely grounded teen to want to dry drugs. I was always protected as a child, never really allowed to bring B’s home. My parents love me to death, and we get along nicely. I just don’t know should I do drugs. STOP, STOP, STOP. I am so off topic hear, you guys are talking about religion. I LOVE freedom of speech and what not, but it causes a whole lot of controversy when no one hsa the same opinion about anything. I SERIOUSLY just wrote all of this because I just want to vent. What the hell would I look like confessing this to my parents? Yes I have good friends, but NO. I choose what I tell to others, because no matter how much ‘trust’ you put in anyone they will let you down. That is the world for you. So here’s my philosophy: If I tell complete strangers on the internet my problems, I’ll get what I have to say off my chest, and there’s a one in a billion percent chance it will come back to haunt me. Yep, that’s a 16 year old’s philosophy. I enjoyed reading the segment! I really do think to much about life at times and I get depressed. I needed this. So thank you Brian, you’ve saved me a whole lot of stress. If the world just stopped the politics, stop with the *ish about the economy, did right by one another, our problems would be solved. AND STOP THINKING that this would never work because it’s too simple or too hard, or whatever reason you’ve conjured! It’s what I think will work. I swear if we all stopped caring about the unimportant stuff, like taxes, and if we all split the world equally, brainwashed the racists into loving, forgot the past, slept more, got high together, and shared what we have because the fact is we are all one of the same trying to stay alive, love, and love some more, I bet all our problems would be gone. But nope we all just have to grow up, into creatures we know as adults. That’s why I never want to be one, in fact I REFUSE.

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