I believe that every man has the right to do what he wants with his life: something good or shit with pears, as his head, will and desire leads him. And if his head says he has to fuck up his life, he has to be allowed to do it.
Anyway, each of us is trying to do it in a way: smoking, drinking too much, drugs, driving too fast, excessive stubbornness, getting into toxic relationships, getting stressed out by all the nonsense in the world, or running after green horses on the walls or anything else we invent that gets the job done… the job being fucking up our life. We each choose our drug and use it as we please until we decide, if we ever decide, that it would still be more appropriate to be grateful and to take advantage of this wonder called life.
Intervening between a man and his drug, deciding in his place that life is cool and rushing him to see this before he is ready to do it on his own or before asking for your help, is not just about treating him like an idiot by positioning yourself as your superior – the smart one – the savior of the ass (don’t you have another job ?!?), but it also means to put yourself in charge of a responsibility that is not yours, and it’s meant to fail even before you begin, for in this world you cannot change another, but only your own person.
But more than that, it means attacking the other’s freedom… and that is not allowed, mon cher!
As friend Jean-Paul Sartre said: “Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. […] It is up to you to give [life] a meaning. ”
