"I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you"
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Rollins isn’t rejecting fate so much as rejecting the comforting story we tell ourselves about suffering. “Fate or destiny” is the soft-focus version of hardship: it implies a plot, a reason, maybe even a payoff. He swaps it for an inventory of uglier forces - “hatred, paranoia, and abandonment” - words that sound like a basement show feels at midnight: sweaty, cornered, real. The intent is provocation, but also a kind of moral bookkeeping. If life isn’t authored by destiny, then pain isn’t meaningful by default. It’s just weight.
The subtext is pure Rollins: a punk-era refusal of metaphysics, paired with a bruised pragmatism about endurance. The line “various degrees” matters because it drags trauma out of melodrama and into measurement. It’s not romanticized; it’s dosed. Then he flips the frame: “doesn’t matter” how much gets heaped on you. That sounds cold until the next clause reveals the real target - the self. The only variable you can audit is your capacity to absorb and the way it reshapes you. Resilience here isn’t inspirational; it’s consequential. You survive, sure, but you also get altered.
Contextually, this reads like the worldview of someone who came up in hardcore’s anti-sentimentality: no cosmic justice, no tidy arcs, just pressure and response. It also tracks with Rollins’ public persona - discipline as a survival technology, anger as fuel, self-reliance as both armor and scar. The quote works because it denies the listener a story and hands them a ledger instead: what hit you, what you can take, and what it turns you into.
The subtext is pure Rollins: a punk-era refusal of metaphysics, paired with a bruised pragmatism about endurance. The line “various degrees” matters because it drags trauma out of melodrama and into measurement. It’s not romanticized; it’s dosed. Then he flips the frame: “doesn’t matter” how much gets heaped on you. That sounds cold until the next clause reveals the real target - the self. The only variable you can audit is your capacity to absorb and the way it reshapes you. Resilience here isn’t inspirational; it’s consequential. You survive, sure, but you also get altered.
Contextually, this reads like the worldview of someone who came up in hardcore’s anti-sentimentality: no cosmic justice, no tidy arcs, just pressure and response. It also tracks with Rollins’ public persona - discipline as a survival technology, anger as fuel, self-reliance as both armor and scar. The quote works because it denies the listener a story and hands them a ledger instead: what hit you, what you can take, and what it turns you into.
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| Topic | Resilience |
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