This is The Belle Brigade performing their very catchy song "Losers." The first lines really caught me:
There will always be someone better than you. Even if you're the best. So let's stop the competition now. Or we will both be losers. And I'm ashamed I ever tried to be higher than the rest. But brother I am not alone. We've all tried to be on top of the world somehow,'cause we have all been losers.
It's also got a cool modern-Kingston-Trio vibe. The song seems to be about the futility of attempting to live up to the inevitable comparisons and competitions of human life; the Law. It's also a sad-but-true statement about the universality of human pain and struggle. But, sadly and perhaps predictably, The Belle Brigade's solution left me a little cold:
So I wanna make it clear now. I wanna make it known. That I don't care about any of that [expletive] no more. Don't care about being a winner. Or being smooth with women. Or going out on Fridays. Being the life of parties. No, no more, no.
So, the answer to the pressures of life is to...check out? How exactly does one do that? Is a Conan-sponsored declaration good enough? I wish I could just declare myself immune from the Law's demand: I will NOT feel that I have to be a better father than I am. I will NOT let others' expectations rule (and subsequently destroy) my life. I will NOT worry that I am about to be discovered as the fraud I fear I am.
Sadly, the Law's demands on us weigh heavily whether we accept them or not. Whether we acknowledge them or not. Whether we believe in them or not. I want to be a winner. I want to be smooth with women. I want to go out on Fridays. I'm desperate to be the life of parties.
The Law is the terrible wind storm that threatens to blow our house down. Throwing open the door and shouting, "You will NOT destroy my house!" is not a winning strategy. Best to get a new house; ideally, one with many rooms (John 14:2).