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MAN:
You're going to die one day.

WOMAN: Stand clear.

MAN: I know
that's kind of obvious,

but I just wanted
to remind you,

-in case you forgot.
-WOMAN: Push to shock.

MAN: You and everyone you know
are going to be dead soon.

And if you go around

giving a fuck
about everything and everyone

without conscious thought
or choice,

well, then you're gonna
get fucked.

[SLURPS]

[♪ "MOMENTO MORI"
BY KARL STEVEN AND MARK PERKINS]

MARK: Everyone
in their Instagram post

wants you to believe

that the key to a good life
is a nicer job,

or faster car,
a prettier girlfriend,

or a selfie at the beach.

The message is that a better
life is about more, more, more.

Buy more, own more,

make more, fuck more, be more.

To give a fuck about everything
all the time.

Give a fuck about your new TV.
Give a fuck about low-fat milk.

Give a fuck
about 5G and the G8.

Traffic on the 405
and the balance in your 401K.

Give a fuck
about your SPF and the ozone,

the EMI and your BMI.

Avoid gluten,
but don't piss off Putin.

Maximize EPS,
but don't mess with the IRS.

Is this brand the best?
Is it GMO?

Fairtrade? Who's the CEO?

Should we picket? Is this
a riot or a fucking parade?

This is me... Mark Manson.

And I wrote a book.
It had "fuck" on the cover.

It's about the sufferings

of my not particularly
exceptional life.

Shitty teenage years,
getting dumped, friends dying,

a culture that sucked me
into a drain hole

of my own pain and entitlement,

and ultimately,
the "fuck you" spiritual advice

I used to drag myself out.

And by some weird twist of
fate, people actually read it.

And now a studio is paying
I don't know how much money

to put me in a freezing pool

while girls
kick water in my face.

It'd be a hell of a lot easier
if I could just hit you

with seven pithy rules or
six easy steps to life success.

Yada, yada, yada.

But to really get into this
stuff, you've got to feel it.

And to feel it,

well, I guess I'm gonna have to
dig up some old painful shit.

So, fuck it. Here it goes.

Oh, my God! It's full on.

Double rainbow
all the way across the sky.

[GASPS]

Oh!

Oh, God.

So, I grew up
just outside of Austin, Texas.

And I had
a very happy childhood.

Up until I was probably, like,
ten or 11 years old.

And around that time,

my family life
kind of started coming apart

and I got very rebellious.

It was Texas.

It was horses and Bibles
and football.

And I wasn't
really into any of those things.

So, I wore
Marilyn Manson T-shirts

and listened to heavy metal
and smoked pot and...

mouthed off to adults.

And that was me, you know.
That was...

That was
the little shithead Mark.

So, it's February 1998.

I'm in eighth grade, and there's
a knock on the classroom door.

And I look over

and it's Mr. Price,
the vice principal.

I remember he poked his head in
and he was like, "Excuse me.

Sorry for interruption.

Mr. Manson,
please come with me."

So, I stepped out of class
with him,

and I thought,
"This is weird. Like...

Like, usually I go to him.
He doesn't come to me."

And so I get out in the hall
with him

and he's like,
"Take me to your locker."

And I'm starting to freak out.
I'm like,

"This is not normal. This is
not how things usually go."

Which one are we talking about?
What locker?

S-27.

MARK: We opened my locker,

and he just clears
the whole thing out.

See now,
I was a middle-school kid.

So I had, like, all sorts of,
like, pencils and drawings

and notes from girls in class
and stuff, you know.

He just, like, dumps all my shit
on the floor,

it just, like,
sprays everywhere,

and starts
rummaging through it.

And I'm like,
"Damn! This is serious."

And as he's digging through
all my crap,

there's, like,
a very awkward silence.

He looks at me and he's like,

"Do you know
what I'm looking for today?"

And so I just play stupid.
I'm like, "What?"

And he's like, "Drugs.
Do you have any drugs today?"

And in my little,
like, pipsqueak voice,

I'm like, "No, no. No. No drugs.

I-I don't know
what you're talking about."

And, uh, I can tell
he's about to let me go,

but he's kind of looking down
on the ground at all this stuff,

and I don't remember if he...
if it was an accident

or if he was, like, stepping on
the backpack on purpose,

but he steps on my backpack,

and he feels
something's still in it.

And he's like, "What is that?"
And I was like, "What is what?"

And the truth was that I had
cut a hole in the backpack,

between the pockets,

and stuck the drugs in there

and then kind of sewn
the bottom shut,

but it was kind of...

it was so you could kind
of easily get it open.

And he found that hole
and he found the drugs,

and he ripped it out,
and he threw 'em on the desk.

I don't remember what he said,
but I remember the look,

and it had the look of,
"You're fucked."

The next thing I remember,
basically, is being handcuffed,

handcuffed
and escorted out of the school.

And I remember the cop,
he's like, "How old are you?"

And I said, "Thirteen."
And he was like,

"What on earth
made you do this?"

As we're walking out,
this girl, her name was Becca,

this girl's coming in,

this, like, really cute girl
I used to flirt with.

And she sees me,
and she's like, "Oh, hey, Mark."

And, like, smiles.
And I'm like, "Hi."

And then she goes,
"Hi, Mr. Price."

And then she looks over
at the cop,

then she looks back at me,
and she's like...

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS]

And, like, completely,
like, loses it

and, like,
runs down the hall. [LAUGHS]

In all the rebellious stuff
I did,

it always felt
like I had an exit.

You know, it's like,
"Oh, if shit gets too serious,

I can always just, like,

drop everything
and go back to normal."

And that was the first time
that I was, like,

"Wow. Things are never going
to be normal again after this."

I got thrown in, like,
a juvie jail for the day.

And I sat there all day waiting
for my parents to show up.

Yeah. I just remember
my mom coming in,

tears streaming down her face,

and something
fundamentally changed.

My whole, you know,
the false confidence,

the bravado
of a shithead 13-year-old,

like, it all just deflated.

I just felt empty.

I felt like a little boy.

Just totally helpless.

And I was.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

I think we live
in a culture today

of what I would describe
as "delusional positivity."

It's been very fashionable,

especially
in the self-help industry,

but in the wider culture
at large,

to simply believe things
you want to believe

because they feel good.

And we're encouraged to do this
at every turn,

whether it's, you know,
beer commercials

or some guru standing on-stage,

telling you that you can achieve

all your dreams,
yada, yada, yada.

I find this attitude to be
very dangerous and damaging,

because the fact
of the matter is

is that life is always going
to suck a little bit.

And it turns out, the more
we learn and understand

about our psychology,
the more it turns out

that our brain is kind
of playing this game with us.

Generally speaking,
things in the material world

work very algorithmically.

You know, it's like
if you want X result,

you need to do A, B and C
to get there.

It's like a Lego set,
like, you find the steps,

and then you follow the steps,
and the thing happens.

Where that breaks down
and stops working

is in the experiences
of our own mind.

So, take happiness, for example.

There's no formula for
happiness. There's no X, Y, Z.

"Do these things every day
for three weeks

and you'll be happy."

Right? Like, it doesn't work
that way.

Happiness is not algorithmic.

It's not a solvable equation.

But our mind plays
this game with us.

Our mind tells us
that as soon as you get X,

everything is gonna be great.

Or as soon as you get rid of Y,
everything is gonna be fine.

And we believe it.

And it's not true.

You know, it's like there's
always this little carrot

dangling in front of us.

Man, I just... if I can
just get a raise at work

then, like, things are
gonna be fine, you know.

And then you get the raise
at work

and it's, like, all these new
responsibilities happen.

People are reporting to you,

you're having to work
on weekends.

You're like, "Shit. If I could
just get more vacation time,

then everything will be great."

Then you get more vacation time,
and it turns out that,

well, damn, there are a lot
of places to go on vacation,

and you're dissatisfied with
pretty much any place you pick,

because the one on Instagram
looked better.

You're like,
"Shit. I need to go on vacation

to the one on Instagram."

And then you go there and it
turns out the weather is bad.

And so there's just, like,
there's shit wherever you go.

There's always a problem.
There's always dissatisfaction.

Yet our mind keeps
playing this game with us.

It keeps dangling the reward
in front of us,

convincing us that if we
can just take that next step,

then we'll live
happily ever after.

[GROWLS]

Psychologists call this
the hedonic treadmill.

It's this idea
that we keep running

to accomplish something that's
gonna make us feel better.

But the fact of the matter is

we're spending all this energy
yet getting nowhere.

So, this idea that we're gonna

somehow find some
magical solution

to dissolve our suffering,

to dissolve our dissatisfaction
permanently, it's just bullshit.

Happiness is great,
but it's kind of blah,

because when you're happy,

it means
nothing needs to change.

And so I think
it's important to learn

how to sit
with your negative emotions,

because it's like
cross-training for your mind.

You're always... everything
you try to do in your life,

you're gonna bump up
against challenges, setbacks.

People are gonna do
awful things to you,

accidents are gonna happen,

and so the more you're willing
to sit with those feelings,

the more prepared
you're gonna be in the moment,

when something goes wrong.

And this is why I always say

that happiness does not come

from getting rid
of your problems.

Happiness comes
from solving your problems.

If at any point you believe
you don't have any problems,

if you're ignoring your problems

or avoiding them
or escaping them in some way,

you're likely harming yourself
over the long run.

And this is why
negative emotions

are more interesting and useful
than positive emotions.

Because you can't always trust
your positive emotions.

I remember
they got me out of the jail

and there was a McDonald's
across the street,

and we went
and sat in that McDonald's

for three or four hours,

and they made me
tell them everything.

They told me I was never gonna
see any of my friends again.

They told me I was never gonna
go back to that school again.

Essentially, I mean,
for a 13-year-old,

that's basically like
telling you your life's over.

So, I lost my friends,

lost my school,
lost my legal rights.

And then three months later,
my parents got divorced.

And so my family fell apart.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

And so in the span
of about six months,

everything I understood
about my life and who I was

collapsed
at roughly the same time.

Like, just everything went
to shit at the same time.

From that point, you know,

there was a deep, deep sense
of hurt.

I went to basically
being a lonely kid

with no friends, no family.

A lot of the other guys
start picking on me,

you know, beating me up.

And I spent the vast majority
of my time

getting high, playing
video games, playing music,

basically being on my own.

People would come over
and just...

sit with me and talk, like,

it was like I wasn't there,
you know.

It was like there was this...
meat robot that was, like,

pretending to be Mark,
but Mark was somewhere else.

I had a lot of social anxiety.

I used to think to myself,

"Man, I wish I knew
how to talk to people."

I had so many
completely irrational beliefs

about how the world worked.

I had trouble believing
and trusting

that people actually liked me

or were interested
in hanging out with me.

But because I was unaware

that I had created
this prison for myself,

I just felt very helpless.

I became this, like,
very insecure, kind of...

strangely meek guy...

with a sense that something is
fundamentally wrong with me...

but that I'm somehow
at the center of the universe.

[GEESE HONK]

[PIGS SNORT]

I once knew this guy
named Jimmy.

Jimmy was a real go-getter.

Here we are. Welcome home, baby.

MARK: He seemed to always know
these incredible people

in powerful places, you know.

He always
had business ventures going,

trying to find some new angle.

Always onto
the latest new thing.

He was a super-positive guy,
a lot of fun to be around.

Great dude to party with.

Mmm. She's tasty to arrive in.

Like the guy was just always on.

[SNIFFS]

I want you to remember
this moment.

Don't forget
this fucking moment.

MARK: He seemed
to completely lack

the insecurities
that I had so much of.

And for a while,

that was an incredibly
empowering thing to be around.

He and I had a lot of fun.

The problem was
is that he was a total fraud.

Like, just... full stop, hundred
percent fraud, top to bottom.

He would do things like

talk companies into bringing
him on as an angel investor,

you know,
and giving him advisor equity

because of
all these other start-ups

he had
supposedly worked for.

But he hadn't actually worked
for any of those start-ups,

and he didn't actually have
any expertise.

He just talked his way into it.

Next thing you know,
these people have given

a percentage of their business
to this guy.

He never shows up for work
and he never does anything.

There was always
some great business idea

that was gonna take off.

It was gonna be the next Uber,
or the next Facebook, whatever.

And no, he was just, you know,
picking up some girl,

and taking her
to some restaurant,

and spending
$1,000 on dinner.

So, the question is,
is Jimmy a successful guy?

Is he happy?

On paper, he's everything
that we consider successful.

But on a moral metric,
he's a disaster.

[♪ "NUMBER ONE" BY PLAYGROUP]

So, how did this happen?

You know, back in the 1970s,

self-esteem kind of became
all the rage in psychology.

There were a number of studies
that were done in the '60s

that found that generally, kids
who felt better about themselves

got better grades in school,

got better jobs after school,

made more money,
committed less crime.

Self-esteem kind of...

it became celebrated as this
panacea for all the social ills.

Like, we just need people
to feel good about themselves.

And then everything else
will take care of itself.

And so this is when
you start getting

grade inflation in schools,

you start getting participation
trophies in sports,

you start getting parents

telling their little Timmy
and little Susie

that, "You can be
whatever you want to be.

You're brilliant as you are.

Don't let anybody
tell you otherwise."

And a whole of generation

of teachers and parents
and leaders did this,

believing that they were raising

kind of this psychologically
elite generation of people

who were gonna feel great, and
do amazing things in the world.

But then you jump 20 years
later, and the data came in.

And it turns out that
raising people's self-esteem,

it doesn't create a generation

of Bill Gateses
and Martin Luther King Juniors.

It creates a generation
of Jimmys.

Jimmy was always positive.

Jimmy always felt great
about himself.

Jimmy always thought
he deserved whatever he got.

And that's insane. That's...

Society cannot function
if everybody is like that,

if everybody believes
they have a right

to take more than they give.

Jimmy is entitled.

And entitlement,

it's when you feel as though

you deserve the benefits
of something

without giving up
the cost of something.

When you feel like
you should have the results

without having the sacrifice.

You know, Jimmy's problem was
that he thought

he should be a total bad-ass
and a huge success,

without actually
putting the work in,

without actually doing anything.

Fundamentally, entitlement
is a way to protect ourselves.

It's a delusional belief
to remove you

from the reality of yourself;

the reality
that life is fucking painful,

you're limited,
and no matter what you do,

it's always gonna be that way.

And so when that is too painful
for us to accept,

we create
these delusional beliefs

that somehow we're special,
we're unique,

we deserve special treatment.

That our problems are problems
that nobody else can understand.

That our talents are talents
that nobody else can understand.

That it's the world
that's holding us back.

That we would be great
and everything would be perfect

if it wasn't for that guy
or that group or that situation.

It's a protective layer for
ourselves because it prevents us

from returning to that point
of that intense pain.

It's like a circuit breaker
goes off in our brain

and we almost, like,
we have to escape it, you know.

We have to find an exit route.

You know, I didn't...
I never knew Jimmy well enough

to figure out
what had gone on in his life

to make him that way.

But, like, you're talking about
a guy...

He didn't seem
to even understand

the notion
of friendship or trust.

Like, trust to him,
like, seemed like a...

like a way to get fucked over,
you know.

And so,
it just makes you wonder, like,

what in his background
hurt him so badly

to make him protect himself?

But, like, to me,
it was incredibly validating

to have somebody
like that, you know.

I can be that guy who's saying
whatever the fuck he wants,

I'm that guy who can walk up
to any girl he wants.

Like, just completely shattered

everything I knew about life
in reality.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Entitlement is... it's easy to
fall into because it feels good.

It's satisfying,
in a weird sort of way.

You know, like, we all...
we like the idea

that we're somehow the exception
in the world, you know.

Like, we like the idea

that our problems are somehow
unique or insurmountable,

because it... it suggests
that there's something...

uniquely meaningful
about our own existence.

We're constantly allured
by this message

that we are somehow deserving
of everything that we desire.

There's not a conspiracy theory,
it's not a nefarious plan.

It's just, I think,

when that happens to be
what wins people's attention,

and you've built an economy

off of monetizing
people's attention,

you end up with a culture

that is largely built
on the message of entitlement.

Traditional self-help
says that every single person

is special and unique
and can be extraordinary.

I find that tyrannical,

like, I find that
to be a very confining idea,

because it promotes
entitlement in people.

I think what's actually very
liberating is recognizing that

none of us are very special.

We're all very mundane, we all
deal with the same problems,

we all suffer in very similar
ways to each other.

But the problem is that with
social media and the internet,

we are constantly exposed

to the top 0.0001 percent
of performers in everything.

And we are good to go.

If you think about
most of our existence online

and what we're exposed to,
I mean, it's...

You go on Instagram
and you're just greeted

by ridiculously
good-looking people

in ridiculously
good-looking locations

doing
ridiculously awesome things...

pretty much 24/7.

[SHOUTS]

[SHOUTING]

And you go on Twitter

and it seems like the fucking
apocalypse has just started.

[ALARM BLARES]

And then you go on Facebook

and seemingly every single
person is either getting married

or having a kid
at the exact same time.

This is the human highlight reel
of social media.

[GRUNTS]

Yes!

Meanwhile, you're sitting
in your fucking living room,

hand in your underwear,

wondering
what the fuck went wrong.

How did this happen? Why is
my life so fucking mundane?

And it's like...
you feel like a loser.

But there's no reason to,

because that's what
everybody's life looks like.

We're all sitting
in our living room

with our hand in our underwear,

scrolling the exact same shit
on our phones.

It's just, like,
this is not reality.

[YELLS]

There's all of these narratives
out there that...

that kind of convince us that,

"Hey, you deserve
to be this special guy or girl,

and if you can just
embody that life,

you'll be problem free.

You won't have to deal
with pain again.

You won't have to sacrifice
or struggle."

And that's bullshit.

Look, the reason this message,
like, "Life fucking sucks,

you're always
gonna have to sacrifice,

always gonna struggle,

always gonna have problems."

The reason
you don't hear this more

is because it doesn't sell.

You can't sell a car
by telling people,

like, "Hey, buy this car.

You're still gonna be miserable,
even though you bought it."

Like, that doesn't
move merchandise,

that doesn't help
the bottom line.

And I don't think the problem
is necessarily with, you know,

capitalism or the system
or whatever,

the problem is with us.

Like, we just don't understand
how our own minds work.

And so we've got to get straight
with ourselves.

I think there's an
undue psychological pressure

to feel as though
we're extraordinary in some way,

that we're doing
something extraordinary.

And I think this pushes
a sense of entitlement,

it pushes a sense of, "Well,
I deserve to have these things.

I deserve to be happy.

I'm great at something.
People should know that."

I think if there was just

a simple cultural
acknowledgement

of, like, "Yeah. Most of us suck
at most of the things we do,

and that's fine,"
we could escape these things.

But in my case, I covered up
my baggage and my insecurities

with a sense of entitlement.

And, you know,
because so much of my pain

revolved around intimacy
and relationships and trust,

I just became
kind of an entitled... asshole

with a lot of relationships
in my life.

From that pain,
and from that place

of just not knowing
what the hell to believe,

not being able to trust anybody,
I was, like,

"Well, fuck it.
I'm gonna get what I want."

[♪ "PEACHES & CREAM" BY BECK]

I just went
into full over-compensation.

I was kind of your classic,
like, selfish player.

You know,
I cheated on girlfriends,

I... I was always the guy
who would just disappear.

My twenties is just like
a fucking battlefield...

with, like, bomb craters where
my relationships used to be.

It's just like strewn corpses

of old friendships
and romantic partners...

that I just
completely decimated...

mostly due to
my own entitlement.

I remember one time, in college,
I kind of stole my buddy's girl.

I was at
a mutual friend's place,

and I was sitting on the couch
with her, holding hands,

and he walked in the room,
he took one look at me and her,

and immediately turned around
and walked out of the house,

and he never spoke to me again.

And I just remember being
like, wow.

Like, this dude just, like,
he's just jealous, you know,

that I can get his girl, and he
can't get her back or whatever.

Like, I... to me it was...

I couldn't see it through,
like, a normal human's eyes.

I can only see it through, like,

my kind of obsessive,
entitled eyes.

I basically have this, like...
four-year period in my life,

where I have
no friends from that period.

I have friends
from before that period.

I have friends
from after that period.

But there's
four or five years there

where none of those people
talk to me anymore.

[♪ "OUTLAW 84"
BY ALEX ROBERTS AND STEVIE LEE]

So, I'm a huge metal fan.

One of the interesting things
about heavy metal is that

arguably the two greatest bands
were originally one band.

...you want to say
to everybody out there?

Metal up your ass!

MARK: Dave Mustaine

was the original lead guitarist
of Metallica.

And he wrote a lot of the songs

on Metallica's first
and second records.

The problem was that both Dave
Mustaine and James Hetfield,

who was the lead singer
and songwriter of Metallica,

they're both rebellious kids.

And so they would both get drunk

and just beat the shit
out of each other.

And so in the midst of recording
Metallica's first album,

Metallica just decided,
"You know what?

Let's get rid of Dave Mustaine."

So, they woke him up one day by
just handing him a bus ticket.

And so mid-album,
like, the day before

they're gonna start recording,

Dave wakes up with a hangover,

and they just hand
him a bus ticket

and say, like,
"Get the fuck out."

That's how he found out
he was out of the band.

And so he rode this, like,
three-day bus back to L.A.

And on the bus, you know,

this fire started to build up
inside him.

And by the time he got back
to California, he had decided,

"You know what? I'm gonna
start a new metal band.

It's gonna be
a better metal band,

and it's gonna fucking kick
Metallica's ass."

And so sure enough, he got back,

he found better musicians,
he started writing better songs,

found better producers
to record with,

and he produced
what became known as Megadeth.

MAN: You guys ready
for Megadeth?

[CHEERING]

Now, Megadeth went on
to sell millions of albums.

They've toured the world
dozens of times.

They've played in stadiums.

They're one of the biggest rock
arena acts there's ever been,

yet...

[♪ "REQUIEM" BY DVORAK]

The band he got kicked out of
was Metallica,

an even bigger rock band
that sold even more albums,

and played
in even more stadiums,

and was even more
famous.

And so, this put Mustaine
in a really bizarre situation,

where he had achieved
unimaginable success

by almost any stretch
of the imagination.

But, like, the defining value

that was kind of steering
his career,

which was to be better than
Metallica, was never achieved.

[♪ "REQUIEM" BY DVORAK]

[CHEERING]

He was giving a fuck
about the wrong thing.

He was so focused on one-upping
these other guys

who had insulted him,
who had hurt him,

that he missed
all the amazing things

that went on at the same time.

It puts a person like him
in a situation

where he can sell
20 million albums,

and play to 100,000 people,
and feel like a failure,

whereas any
other rational person

would feel
like a great success.

My first girlfriend I ever had,

we were doing long-distance,
doing the phone thing,

seeing each other, like,
every few months or whatever.

It sucked.

But, you know,
we were madly in love

and when you're that age,

you think
love conquers everything.

You're, like,
"It's gonna be all right.

We're gonna make it."

And we did this
for... quite a while.

And suddenly one week,
she's not... she's not around.

You know,
she's giving excuses and...

She's always got...
Something's always come up.

She's not answering her phone,
which never happened before.

So it started
to feel really weird

and I would try
to confront her about it

and she'd kind of blow me off
or, you know,

make a big thing out of it,

so I didn't know
what was going on.

And then one day,
I just get a phone call

from a number I don't recognize,

and I pick up the phone
and it's this guy...

I can't remember his name.
It's Derek or Eric or something.

Anyway, he's like, "Hey, man,
we don't know each other,

but I know your girlfriend,
and we need to talk."

I'm like, "OK."

He's like, "She's been cheating
on you." And I was like, "OK."

Obviously I'm skeptical
at first,

and so I'm like,
"How do you know?"

"Well, I know because she was
cheating on you with me first

and now she's cheating on you
with another guy."

I'm like, "What the fuck?"

He's like, "Don't worry.
I'm gonna prove it to you."

And so this guy,

he's in front of her house
with the phone,

knocks on her door

and he's holding the phone
by his side with me on it.

He knocks on the door,

and she comes to the door
and he confronts her.

He's like, "What the hell are
you doing with this guy here?

I thought you were with me,"
or whatever,

and they start arguing.

She's like, "I'm not with you
anymore, I'm with him."

And then he's like, "What about
your boyfriend, Mark?"

And she's like, "Oh, you don't
know anything about him.

It's none of your business,"
blah, blah, blah.

And then he pulls out the phone

and he's like,
"Mark's right here."

And she's like, "No, he's not."

And then, like,
he makes her take the phone,

and then I'm like, "What
the fuck is wrong with you?"

So she and I are screaming at
each other and all this stuff,

and then she dumps me
right there on the spot.

[ROARS]

I laid on my bed crying
and I think I was just in shock.

Obviously I was crying for her,

but I was grieving
just this loss

of this naive view
of the world,

that if you were in love,
everything was going to be OK.

All of that just got smashed
in that moment.

I thought I had a really great
relationship with my girlfriend

and so the fact
that this could happen,

was, like, just too much.

It was, like, caving in on me.

I don't think I told anybody
how angry I was.

I didn't know how to express it
without, like, losing myself.

You know, you start developing
these beliefs of, like,

"I'm fine.
She was just a horrible person,

and I didn't deserve this."

And there's this perverse kind
of certainly that emerges.

You know,
each failed relationship I had,

I just used that
as further evidence of,

"Ah, well. This is just...
this is just how things are.

People are shitty. Nothing...
Love never works out, you know."

It was...
That's how I saw things.

You know, it's the classic
victimhood entitlement.

What happened with
Dave Mustaine is a great example

of how we all react
to extremely painful situations.

You know, the pain of getting
kicked out of his first band,

and feeling like...
like he wasn't worthy of them,

it forced him to construct
this world view.

This world view of,
"I'm gonna be better than them.

Everything I do has to be better
that Metallica."

And we all do this
in one way or another.

We suffer
a great amount of pain,

we create a world view
to help us escape that pain,

and then we forget
that we created the world view,

and so we're doomed
to repeat a lot of our failures.

[HORN BLARES]

In the closing months of 1944,

after almost a decade of war,

the tide
was turning against Japan.

Defeat seemed inevitable.

The Americans arrived
with overwhelming force.

[GUNFIRE]

Second Lieutenant Hiroo Onoda
of the Japanese Imperial Army

was deployed to Lubang

with near impossible task
of defending the island.

Just 22 years old, Onoda
had trained

with the elite
Futamata Commando Unit.

He was given
the express instructions

to halt the enemy advance,
to never surrender,

and under no circumstances
take his own life.

Within days,
most of the Japanese soldiers

had either been killed
or taken prisoner.

But Onoda, his burly sergeant,

and two young privates
evaded capture,

and stole away
into the mountains.

From there, they launched
a guerrilla campaign

attacking supply lines...

-[GUNSHOT]
-...stealing food,

-and harassing stray patrols.
-MAN: Incoming!

MAN 1: August the 6th,

the first atomic bomb
hit Hiroshima.

MAN 2: The representatives
of the Emperor of Japan...

MARK: Half a year later,
Japan surrendered,

and the deadliest war
in human history

came to its dramatic conclusion.

The US Military dropped leaflets

announcing that the war
was over,

and that it was time for the
Japanese soldiers to go home.

Onoda read these leaflets,

but he was convinced
they were fake,

a trap set by the Americans
to flush them out.

The Philippine locals,
sick of being terrorized,

armed themselves.

Local police patrols
are stepped up

and in a bloody skirmish,

Onoda's sergeant
is shot and killed.

Onoda and his last remaining
companion

vow to avenge
the death of their friend.

[SHOUTING]

The attacks escalate,
and for the Japanese government,

the exploits
of the fugitive lieutenant

were kind of becoming
a diplomatic crisis.

A massive recovery operation
is funded.

Letters and pictures from
the missing soldiers' families

were scattered
across the island,

along with a letter
from the Emperor himself,

imploring the two men
to give themselves up.

But once again,

Onoda refused to believe
the information was real.

Once again, he believed it was
all a trick by the Americans.

Once again, he stood his ground,
and continued to fight.

In a desperate last-ditch
effort,

Onoda's brother
is flown from Japan,

and escorted into the mountains.

Onoda watches as his brother
calls out his childhood nickname

and sings their old school song.

Could he have been wrong
for the last 15 years?

Could his comrades have died
for nothing?

Could the Filipinos that
he killed have been innocent?

It's too painful to consider.

Onoda dismissed his brother
as a convincing fake

sent by the enemy
to confuse him.

[GUNFIRE]

A decade later,
a shootout with local police.

[GRUNTS]

Kozuka is killed.

Onoda, having spent half
his life waging an imaginary war

in the jungles of Lubang,
was now alone.

[TENSE MUSIC]

So, the only real job
I've ever had is, um...

I got a job at this bank

and it was absolutely
soul-destroying.

We were going around
one afternoon

and people were saying,

"What are you..."
People were asking each other,

"What are you gonna do once
you start making six figures?"

And everybody was like,
"I'm gonna buy a BMW,"

or, "I'm gonna get a boat
on the lake,

and I'm gonna take it out in
the summer," and all this stuff.

And then it got to me
and I was like,

"Well, I think
I'd take a year-long sabbatical

and travel around the world."

And they're, you know,
it was like... crickets.

You know, like everybody
was just looking at me like...

"What's wrong with you, man?"

[LAUGHS]

And it was at that moment
that I kind of realized, like,

I shouldn't be here.

And so, in 2009, I set off
to live around the world.

I did want to see the world

and understand
different cultures,

and meet different types
of people, but there was also...

kind of this compulsive
avoidance of commitment.

I was afraid
to get too close to people.

I was afraid
to be over-committed

to a single place or person
or community or even city.

And so I just kind of bounced
around the world

like a lottery ball.

You know,
spending three months here,

and two months there, and six
weeks here and one week there.

I ended up visiting,
like, 60 countries,

learned a couple of languages,

met hundreds of people,
had a lot of great times.

My life was organized

around maximizing quantity
of experiences.

You know, go to more countries,
do more things,

go to more parties,
date more girls.

Like, it was always more,
more, more, more, more.

There was almost this compulsive
desire, you know.

It was this constant urge,
like, it was never enough.

There was never
enough attention

or affection or sex or love...

that could ever, like, satiate
my craving for it.

But then it led
to these insane situations

where I actually
would find somebody,

that we would have a little bit

of functional intimacy
and chemistry

and that scared the living shit
out of me.

And I would run the other
direction as fast as I could.

If, like, a cocaine addict

stumbled across a snowman
made of cocaine,

you'd just, like, bury
your fucking head in it.

I think socially
and emotionally,

I felt very lost and, um...

and I was too young
to really understand why.

In the course of writing
all these years, I always...

I was jealous of people who had
rules and laws named after them.

And I was like,
"Well, I want to be a cool kid,

so I'm gonna name a law
after myself."

And so I created something

called Manson's Law
of Avoidance,

which is essentially this.

People will avoid
an action or an experience

in proportion to how much

it threatens their identity
and their world view.

And the interesting thing
about Manson's Law of Avoidance

is that it's true for both
positive and negative actions.

And so on the positive side,
you get people self-sabotaging,

like, "No, I don't want
to be too successful.

I don't want to buy something
that's too nice.

I don't want to live
somewhere too fancy.

Like, that will... That's too
threatening for my life,

for the security
of my life right now."

And similarly, they avoid things
that involve a lot of risk.

It's like, "I don't want to take
a chance in another city.

I don't want
to break up with this person.

It might hurt too much, it might
make things too difficult."

Essentially what Manson's Law
says is that the...

the resistance to change
is proportional

to how fundamental something is
to how we see ourselves,

and how we see the world.

You know, in my own case,

my relationships
were all dysfunctional,

every single one of them.

And part of that is just
because I thought

dysfunctional relationships
were normal,

that that's how
all human relationships were.

And so I couldn't even correctly
identify the problem

because I had constructed
a world view

that prevented me
from seeing the problem.

It was too fundamental
for my identity.

In 1972, a young man
named Norio Suzuki

first heard of the legendary
Lieutenant Onoda.

Suzuki was an adventurer,

an explorer
and a bit of a hippy.

Many Japanese thought

Lieutenant Onoda sounded
too insane to actually exist.

Others thought
he was the stuff of fairy tales,

invented by those
who yearned for a Japan

that had long since disappeared.

But for Suzuki,

the idea of finding Onoda
was a new and worthy adventure.

Sure, local forces
had been scavenging the jungle

for almost 30 years
with no luck.

Thousands of leaflets
had been met with no response.

But fuck it, this deadbeat
college dropout hippy,

he was gonna be
the one to find him.

Unarmed and untrained

for any sort of reconnaissance
or tactical warfare,

Suzuki traveled to Lubang,

and began wandering around
the jungle by himself.

His strategy?
Shout out Onoda's name,

and tell him that the Emperor
was worried about him.

[GUN CLICKS]

He found Onoda in four days.

Now, why Onoda, after 30 years

and millions of dollars
of rescue operations,

decided to reveal himself to a
lowly backpacker is hard to say.

Perhaps it was the loneliness,

or perhaps he saw in Suzuki his
own adventurous younger self,

a self
that was still worth saving.

On the 9th of March, 1974,

Hiroo Onoda was finally ordered
to terminate hostilities

by this long-retired commander.

He crumpled
under the weight of his pack

and began to weep
uncontrollably.

"Am I the chosen one?"

We all love to believe
that we're the chosen one.

Because we're all kind of
living out our own little story,

our own little hero's journey.

And so, in our own minds,
we are the chosen one.

And it feels good.

But this is the cheeseburger and
fries for your brain, you know.

Like, that's... That's the junk
food for your mind.

It tastes, like,
really good going down,

but it makes you unhealthy
and lethargic.

And, at some point,
this world view will fall apart.

Like, that falling apart
has to happen.

Something funny starts happening
as you get away from heartbreak.

For one, you start dating
other people,

and you start noticing patterns.

And for me,
it was I started noticing

that a lot of the shit that
I blamed my first girlfriend for

was popping up with
other women I started seeing.

And it made me
start asking myself, huh!

Maybe it's not their fault.

Maybe it's something I'm doing.

And so it caused me to start
reflecting on my behavior,

and my intentions.

It took a number of years
for me to look back

and realize, like,
"Wow. I was such an asshole."

And, um, there was a lot of,
like, guilt and shame of like,

"Wow. I can't believe
I did that.

Like, who does that?"

And as awful as that shame
and guilt felt, it was useful.

Like, I needed that.

A 58-year-old woman
has filed a civil suit

against a local
Mexican restaurant

after she fell off the eatery's

famous plastic donkey statue.

WOMAN: Two men who rushed in

to help a woman trapped
in her SUV as it burned

are now suing that woman.

[CRIES]

A lot of people
recoil from this idea

that we're responsible
for everything

that happens in our lives.

But it's true. We just are.

You hear stories
of people like this.

All these terrible things that
have been inflicted upon them.

MARK: They don't want to accept

that, like, life is always going
to suck a little bit.

And everybody has their shit.

But it's up to us as individuals

not to blame others
for this stuff.

WOMAN:

PEGGY:

WOMAN:

PEGGY: Adios!

People do get offended or upset

when you imply
that they're somehow responsible

for a tragedy in their life.

I mean, again,
it's not their fault,

but it's their
responsibility.

You know,
you get a horrible disease,

somebody gets cancer,
a family member dies.

Awful things do happen
in this world.

The problem is, is that people
who fall into this mentality,

they disempower themselves

from actually doing anything
about their problems.

Their goal is to simply
find new outlets to blame,

like new people

to push their responsibility
for themselves onto.

Why is it OK for women to say,

"Oh, you're five feet?"
on dating sites,

"You should be dead"?
That's OK?

-Who said that to you here?
-Nobody.

You think
I'm making that shit up?

Everywhere I go,
I get the same smirk.

With the biting lip.

They're doing it
because they're in pain,

because something
really hurt them

at some point in their life.

And even though

we kind of detest their
behavior and their attitude,

they're still deserving
of empathy and understanding.

Due to our legal system,
we're accustomed

to equating fault
and responsibility

as being the same thing,

but they're not.

WOMAN:
Jennifer Connell sued the boy

over an injury she received

during his eighth
birthday party,

when he leaped
into her arms to hug her.

We're not always at fault
for our pain,

but we are always responsible
for our pain.

We are always interpreting
our pain.

We are always reacting
to our pain.

While it's not my fault when
my first girlfriend dumped me,

I shared responsibility in
the failure of the relationship.

MAN: I paid for my sandwich.
I'm getting my sandwich.

Call the police.
I paid for my sandwich.

I'm grabbing my sandwich.

I'm right! You're wrong!

Dude, want to step outside?
You want to step outside?

-No. Can you...
-[SCREAMING]

[CRIES]

[ALARM BLARES]

[SCREAMS]

-[SHOUTS]
-[BEEP] you!

MARK: Every awful thing
that happens in our lives,

you have a choice to make.

How are you going
to react to it?

How can I make this meaningful?

What can I do about it?
How can I move forward?

And that... that's like...

That is a tough pill to swallow
and it takes...

It takes a long time
for most of us to swallow that.

But it's true.

And in my case,
it was a very, very hard thing

for me to admit to myself.

But once I did...

it was so powerful.

It forced me to take
responsibility for my choices,

and for how I behaved.

It freed me to change

to not make those
same mistakes going forward.

Responsibility
is essentially admitting

that you can make
a different choice next time.

And so until you adopt
that responsibility,

you're gonna make
the same choices

over and over and over again.

[♪ "SPEED UP SUSIE"

BY ALISTAIR BRUCE HENRY FRIEND
AND TED BRETT BARNES]

Lieutenant Onoda arrived home
to a hero's welcome.

He became a kind of celebrity.

He was shuttled around
from talk show to radio station.

Politicians clambered
to shake his hand.

[CHEERING]

But despite the adoration,

he was confronted
by an undeniable truth.

The Japan he had been
fighting for no longer existed.

Thirty years of life wasted.

Hiroo Onoda's is a precautionary
tale about certainty,

of being too sure
of how things work.

He's a man who,

despite the fact that the war
ended, the Empire collapsed,

and the modern world completely
changed, he never left the past.

Every event that occurred,
he simply reinterpreted it

to fit his prior world view.

I think most people tend
to see the world

in terms of right and wrong.
Who's right, who's wrong,

and there's kind of
no middle ground.

I prefer to think of it

in terms of everybody
is wrong all the time.

And it's just a question
of who's slightly less wrong.

And I don't think

we ask that critical question
of ourselves very often,

because it's not just true
of society,

it's also true of us
as individuals.

Things that I was certain
were true ten, 20 years ago,

now I look back at
and I laugh at.

I was certain
that my relationship

with my first girlfriend
was perfect,

and we were in love, and
everything was gonna be great.

I was completely wrong
about that.

So instead of constantly
looking for certainty,

it's more effective
to look for doubt.

What can you potentially
be wrong about?

What beliefs
could be improved upon?

What could potentially change?

Those are
the more effective questions.

It's paradoxical,
but the most functional

and healthy relationships,

it's two people who are able

and allowed to say "no"
to each other,

to disappoint each other.

If you need to feel certain
about everything in your life,

then you're not gonna have
the ability to trust people.

You're gonna
try to control people,

you're gonna try to manipulate
them

into doing exactly
what you need them to do.

Like, finding out
you're wrong is... it's...

it doesn't feel good,
but it's necessary.

It's necessary to become
a better human being.

One of my favorite psychologists
and researchers

is a guy
named Kazimierz Dabrowski.

He was from Poland
during the Cold War,

so he was
behind the Iron Curtain.

And it's really interesting

because if you look
at the psychological research

that was happening
during the 20th century...

in the West, it was
very much focused on positivity.

How do we
make people feel better?

How do we improve
people's self-esteem?

How do we make people happier?

Whereas in the East, it was much
more about negative experience.

It was about how does pain
and suffering affect people?

How does trauma shape them
or change them in various ways?

And Dabrowski, by being
a researcher in Warsaw,

he had access
to World War Two survivors

and Holocaust survivors
to study.

And so he ended up
interviewing hundreds of them.

And he found something
incredibly startling.

The majority of people

who survived the war
and survived the Holocaust

eventually attributed those
experiences as benefitting them.

They basically said that
those experiences,

as awful as they were,

made them better people.

It made them more grateful,
it made the more compassionate.

It improved
their sense of self-respect.

This always presents like
a very uncomfortable thought,

which is, like,
that something so horrible

could produce a good result.

One way to think about it is,

it's kind of like the pressure
that forms a diamond.

Like, you can't form a diamond

without a certain amount
of pressure on something.

Everybody wants the same things.

Like, all of the positive
experiences in our life,

they're pretty universal.

We all want to have money.

We all want
to have great relationships.

We all want to be
liked by others

and be super popular
and be rich and have cool shit,

and everybody is clapping
when we walk into the room.

But that's not very interesting.

What's interesting
is what struggles

we're willing to take on
to achieve those things.

Everybody wants to change,
right, like, everybody...

everybody buys a self-help book,

or goes to a seminar or
whatever, because they're like,

"Yeah. I want to change."

And they're kind
of marketed this idea

that change
is like a party, you know.

Like, you can fucking
sing and dance,

and walk out of the building,
like, you know,

twirling your feet or whatever.

It's, like, no,
change is fucking brutal.

[BEEP]

[♪ "ANAANA" BY CARI CARI]

Because if you actually change,

if you actually fundamentally
change your world view,

you are forced to give up

so much of what you believe
to be true.

You're forced to sacrifice
huge chunks of your identity.

That's not fun shit.

It's fucking hard.

[GUNSHOT]

[CHEERING]

I mean, think about people
who run marathons.

Look at these guys
at the 18-mile mark,

and they're still going.

If they were being forced
to do this,

you would be calling
the Human Rights Commission.

But marathon runners
love this shit,

and their triumph
is only possible

because
they chose this struggle.

[CHEERING]

I chose this, I chose
to take on this suffering,

I chose to take on
this struggle,

therefore that choice
makes that struggle meaningful.

It makes it something important
or powerful for you.

It's because you struggle,

because you suffer,
because you sacrifice

that they end up standing out

as the most worthy and
meaningful moments of your life.

[BABY CRIES]

You know,
life is always gonna have pain,

it's always gonna have struggle.

But if you can train yourself

to not give a fuck
about the pain...

you become unstoppable.

The emotional difficulty
of change

is always directly proportional
to the scale of change,

or to how core it is
to your identity.

It's not fun.
It's not fun at all.

[IN ARABIC]

MARK: So, if I could create
a superhero,

I would create
Disappointment Panda.

Have you ever seen those viral
Egyptian cheese commercials?

Disappointment Panda
is kind of like that.

[IN ARABIC]

MARK: But instead
of making people eat cheese,

you'd be making them eat
harsh truths about themselves,

that nobody wanted to hear.

You know, he'd say,

"Making a lot of money
might make you feel good,

but it won't make your kids
love you."

Or he'd say,
"You're not really sick,

you're just avoiding the pain
of having driven your wife away

by your constant complaining."

And then if you didn't listen...

[CRASH]

Well, he'd have ways
of making you listen.

The fact is that we need
to eat our problem cheese.

If we're not willing to face
and admit our problems,

then we can't change
and we can't grow.

Disappointment Panda is the hero

that none of us want,
but we all actually need.

Because we all have truths in
our lives that we avoid hearing,

that we don't want to confront

or don't want to admit
to ourselves.

Yet, it's by confronting
or admitting them

that we can actually
open the way to become better.

A lot of people
don't like hearing this.

Like, we like to hear that our
problems can be solved forever,

we like to hear that there's
some formula to be happy,

live happily ever after.

But I'm sorry,
but Disappointment Panda says,

"No, there's not.
This is simply how life is."

And so if we're forced
to have problems,

then we might as well
find the problems

that we enjoy having in life.

You know, when everybody
hears this idea

of, like, not giving a fuck,

you kind of imagine this, like,
cool dude kicking back, like,

"Yeah. Fuck it, man.
Like, whatever."

Like a beach bum or something,
and it's...

That's not what it is.

You know, you have to give
a fuck about something.

You have to care about something
in your life.

The question is, what are you
choosing to care about?

Because when you choose
your problems in your life,

when you find problems
that you like having,

that's when you suddenly
find yourself not giving a fuck.

When you don't give a fuck

that you're making these
sacrifices for your family.

When you don't give a fuck

that it's hard to practice
for another hour.

When you don't give a fuck

that you have to get up
early in the morning

and put in more time at work.

When you've found the struggle
that enlivens and enriches you,

that's when you've achieved
non-fuck-giving mastery.

There's one thing
I started to realize

after traveling quite a bit
is that at some point,

there's diminishing returns
to new experiences.

In that moment, like,
that's a terrifying thought.

It's a really terrifying
thought.

But what you discover
is that there's actually

a newer, more subtle kind
of freedom in that commitment.

I eventually was forced
to face my commitment issues.

for the simple fact that there
was nowhere else left to run.

I had literally
run around the world...

escaping any sense of commitment
to a person or a place.

So, when you run out
of places to run,

it's like, "Well, shit.
I've got to pick something."

When I was 19 years old,

I went through probably the most
transformational experience

of my life.

Josh, I met him at music school.

He was actually
kind of the first friend

I made at music school.

He lived across the hall
in the dorm from me.

He was kind of like
an older-brother figure for me.

Very extroverted,

bigger-than-life energy,
you know.

He was a natural performer.

Like, at music school,
it's a very strange dynamic

because there are a lot of
status games that are going...

People are very competitive.

"Oh, this band
is more obscure and technical

than the band you're into."

"I prefer late-period Brahms
versus early-period Brahms."

And, you know, all this kind of
pretentious stuff that happens.

And I'm hanging out
in my dorm room,

and all of a sudden,

the guy across the hall,
like, blasts "Billie Jean".

Like, full blast.

It kind of makes a statement.

It kind of says,
"I don't give a fuck."

Like,
"Fuck your pretentious music."

He was just this big,
boisterous, fun-loving guy

who just wanted to sing
and play drums

and, like, have a good time

and just didn't buy into
all the bullshit.

To me, it was just magnetic
to hang around him.

He was much more confident
than I was.

Kind of a role model.

There was a place, maybe
45 minutes outside of Dallas,

out kind of near this lake.

And, um, Josh, like, he told me,

"Dude, they just have these
crazy parties every weekend."

And there was this...

there was a cliff kind
of like overlooking this lake,

and people would jump off
that cliff into the water.

So, we go to this party.

And then I asked him
if he did it.

And he was like, "Oh, yeah,
yeah. I've done it before."

I was like, "Oh, cool."

Then he asked me
if I wanted to do it,

and I was like,
"Uh... I might watch you first."

You know, like,
that sort of thing.

And at some point
during the party,

I met a girl
and kind of got into her

and we got separated.

And the last time
I ever saw Josh,

I was walking up towards
the house with the girl

and he was coming down.

And I said, "Hey, I'm gonna go
get some food. Do you want some?

He was like, "No, man. I'm good.
I'll catch you later."

And so, when I said,
"Hey, where can I find you?",

he was like,
"Seek the truth for yourself,

and I'll meet you there."

I just, like, laughed and, like,
"All right, dude, whatever.

I'll see you at the truth."

You know, as if we all know
where the truth is.

And so then,
I went up to the house,

and then when we came out,
everybody was gone.

And so it's, like,
this weird, surreal,

like, "What the fuck?"
type moment.

And so we walked down
to the water,

and I started looking for Josh
and I can't find him.

There's, like, ambulances
and police cars and stuff

with the lights going,

and there were a couple of guys
in the water, swimming around.

And then I remember I walked up

to, uh, this guy and this girl,
and I asked them.

I'd seen them talking to
Josh earlier, and I asked them.

And the girl just starts crying,
like, just bawl...

As soon as I asked her,
she just starts bawling.

And then at that point,
I'm like, "Oh, my God.

It's him. Like, he's the one
who went down."

And I must have walked
around the water

for like an hour, I guess.

And... it just starts dawning
on me, like, he's not here.

I remember a police officer
came up to me

and asked me if I knew him
and I said, "Yeah."

I don't remember what she asked,
I don't remember...

I think she gave up.

I got in my car and I started
driving back to Austin.

And so I called my dad.

I was working for my dad
that summer,

and I called him
and I was gonna tell him, like,

"Hey, I'm not gonna make it
to work today."

[SOBS]

And then I just fucking lost it.

[SOBS]

I felt like a little boy...

crying to his father.

You know when
you're a little, little kid,

and you just grab your parent,

and just cry everything out
into them.

Like, it was like that.

I've been depressed many times
in my life, but that was...

I've never, like,
felt a bleakness.

Like,
just a pure... nothingness.

I used to have dreams of him.

I remember I had this one dream

where he and I were sitting
in a Jacuzzi together.

And I remember telling him,

"Hey, man,
I'm really sorry you died."

He was like... he's like,
"Why do you care that I'm dead,

when you're still so afraid
to live?"

And I woke up from that dream

just, like, a fucking mess,
total mess.

But I had this very powerful
realization that,

if there's no reason
to do anything,

there's also no reason
to not do anything.

Like, there's no reason
to be ashamed,

there's no reason to be afraid.

And so that fall, I really...

it really changed me a lot.

You know, before he died,

I was a very,
like, prototypical...

stoner... middle-class
stoner kid, you know.

Like, too cool for school,
too cool to care.

I thought I didn't give a fuck,
you know,

but it's like I actually gave
way too many fucks.

And that's why I was scared
to really do anything.

And when he died,
it was a wake-up call of like,

"Dude, you've got to care.

You've got to pick something
and care."

Because it can be gone...
any moment.

It doesn't matter how old
you are, doesn't matter how...

how fit you are,
or whatever, like...

It can... when it goes,
it goes fast,

and nobody is prepared for it.

When I think about Josh,
I just...

I think he'd be proud of me.

I think he kind of felt like

an older brother to me too,
you know.

I think he kind of saw
that I needed to be pushed.

And he was that friend
who pushed me.

He would fucking love this.

He would love
every second of it.

I have this weird tendency
whenever I visit someplace...

high.

I want to stand as close
to the edge as possible.

[WIND WHISTLES]

There's this unconscious
awareness your body has

whenever you're close to an edge
that could kill you.

And as soon as you're within,
you know, say ten feet,

your body is in alert status.

[WIND WHISTLES]

It just kind of... it sends this
jolt of anxiety through you.

And then you're forced
to confront that anxiety

and then you take another step.

And each step, the anxiety
just start compounding

to the point where your hands
are shaking,

your scalp is sweating,

your brain starts flashing...

visions of it all ending.

That's what I find when
I get close to a cliff edge.

It brings me back

to that place of pure
thankfulness for being alive.

But there's really only
a few things in life

that are ever worth
giving a fuck about.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Only in the face of death,

all of the superficial
and bullshitty values

that we buy into
start to fall away.

You start to realize

that the dumb status games
you play

no longer mean anything.

Or that the achievements
and accolades

that you struggled
for so many years for

nobody cares about
when you're gone.

When we avoid
the question of death,

that's when we get highjacked

by silly and superficial
and hateful ideas.

It's when we become
certain in ourselves,

even though we have no clue
what's going on.

The gravity of our entitlement

pulls all of
our attention inwards,

to become obsessed with our
problems, to convince ourselves

that our problems are somehow
at the center of the universe,

that we are at the center
of all injustices,

that we are the ones
who are destined for greatness,

that we are the ones who deserve
something over others.

Without acknowledging
the ever-present gaze of death,

the superficial begins
to feel important,

and the important
starts to feel superficial.

Thinking about death
removes all that.

It forces you to see

that 99% of the shit
going on in your day-to-day life

doesn't fucking matter.

Death is the only certainty
in life.

Therefore death
must be the compass

by which we orient
all of our values and decisions.

How are you using your time?

How are you using
your limited fucks?

Who are you going to be with?

This constant remembering
of my own mortality,

for me, it's the most effective
tool for unraveling everything.

My sense of entitlement,
my closed-up identity,

my irrational certainties.

By remembering
that it's all a bunch of dust

that will soon be gone,

it's easier to let go.

It's this ability
to choose ourselves

in an endless ambiguity
that makes us great.

You don't have to go do
something to feel these things.

You don't have
to go be something

to realize these things.

You simply are them.

The more I think about my own
death, the brighter life gets.

The quieter the world becomes.

The easier decisions become.

You too are going to die
one day,

but that's because you are
fortunate enough to have lived.

And you may not feel this
right now.

You may not feel any of this.

But go stand on a cliff sometime
and maybe you will.

[♪ "HAPPY [MAKE YOU HAPPY]"
BY MAX SEDGLEY]

[♪ "MOMENTO MORI"
BY KARL STEVEN AND MARK PERKINS]