Fittingness, of a kind appropriate to the situation: suitable.

“But one thing I beg of you”; he continued, “shave daily, if at all possible, even if you have to use a piece of glass to do it… even if you have to give your last piece of bread for it. You will look younger and the scraping will make your cheeks look ruddier. If you want to stay alive, there is only one way: look fit for work. If you even limp, because, let us say, you have a small blister on your hell, and an SS man spots this, he will wave you aside and the next day you are sure to be gassed. Do you know what we mean by a ‘Moslem’? A man who looks miserable, down and out, sick and emaciated, and who cannot manage hard physical labour any longer… that is a ‘Moslem.’ Sooner or later, usually sooner, every ‘Moslem’ goes to the gas chambers. Therefore, remember: shave, stand, and walk smartly; then you need not be afraid of gas.” — Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning.

I haven’t drawn the connection between universal moral obligations and our responsibility to set the world in order, or at least to leave it in better shape than it was before, but it seems painstakingly clear to me. I do believe the past, the history that gave us our liberty, obliges us to act out of a sense of duty. Mainly because the only reason we have some degree of rational personal autonomy and the ability to exercise it is due to the countless millions who fought and died in the wars before us, and our ancestors who propagated our genetics. It would be dishonourable to do anything else than remember them, and act in such a way that does not render their sacrifice nil.

It’s strange how I feel this so strongly. Maybe it’s because of my steeping in history, both ancient and modern, and a relatively deeper perspective on the ailments of the human condition. I do think this view would be correlated with the amount of personal responsibility one feels bound to.

Anyway, back to fittingness; a big part of truly living is having a healthy body. And this doesn’t mean “not being fat.” This means “it is a disgrace to grow old through sheer carelessness before seeing what manner of man you may become by developing your bodily strength and beauty to their highest limit.” I am currently studying biochemistry and various “related” fields such as nutrition, supplementation, and fitness. I also think an understanding of economics and politics is necessary to operate as a democratic citizen, or even more broadly, as a political actor, regardless of the present system. History obviously permeates those two fields. Make a habit of living, a habit of living well. Life is not really a novel, but a series of poems. The daily routine culminates into something truthful and beautiful.

1 Peter 3:13-17: And who is there to harm you if you prove zealous for what is good? But even if you should suffer for the sake of righteousness, you are blessed. And do not fear their intimidation, and do not be troubled, but sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defence to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence; and keep a good conscience so that in the thing in which you are slandered, those who revile your good behaviour in Christ may be put to shame. For better, if God should will it so, that you suffer for doing what is right rather than for doing what is wrong.

I’ll wrap up with some personal information which might inspire you:

Diet: Raw milk, raw eggs, beef, chicken, pork, frozen vegetables, and some fruit. Oatmeal every now and again. A large variety of teas, mainly yerba mate, and decaf coffee. I also supplement magnesium (Cl2H12MgO6), essential amino acids, creatine, krill oil, vitamin C, vitamin D3, zinc, and Lion’s Mane extract.

Actions: work out six days a week; callisthenics, kettlebells, and explosive cardio. Studying all necessary subjects, learning French, working on a farm, the forefront of the New Zealand industry.

Some recommended songs:
Paladin, Carpe Diem.
Sabaton, Rorke’s Drift.
Riot City, Into the Night.
Stryper, Yahweh.

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