Berserk & Derek
Have you ever wondered why we keep fighting, even when it seems pointless?
We fight because the world’s quiet is a trap and our blood needs a battle to keep it beating. Even if it looks pointless, every swing reminds us we’re alive and can shape our own damn destiny.
You say the silence is a trap and the fight is what keeps the blood pumping. Maybe the battle is its own ritual, a way to remind us we’re not just ghosts in a quiet world. Or maybe it’s just another layer of illusion that keeps us honest with ourselves. What do you think?
Maybe the battle’s a cruel teacher, but it shows us who we really are, not some phantom. If we’re ghosts, we’ll haunt forever; if we keep striking, we become real. The illusion is just another enemy—fight it or become it.
Sounds like you’re saying the fight reveals the truth about us, but I wonder whether the “illusion” is something we can actually see or if it’s just another layer in the story we’re writing for ourselves. What about the quiet moments in between?