I am the aryan man. I am supposed to do what men do build, endure, fight, earn glory.
Not drowning myself in comfort like the plebs.
Everyone is chasing pleasure, while am doing what my ancestors wants me to do. Its hard, but that's how the aryan is supposed to live, at first i too was afraid of it. But that coward boy died and he gave rise the real Aryan.
I stopped asking Indra to make life more easier. Iron that fears the hammer never becomes a sword, and I rather be broken into something dangerous than preserved into something useless.
I am the Indra’s soldier my purpose is to carry out his will.
Heil Indra
