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Rosberg and Schumacher

Do you ever think about the parallels between Nico Rosberg and Mick Schumacher? Both having fathers who were world champions and thus growing up in their shadows, bound to always be recognized first for what their fathers achieved, then for their own accomplishments. Both growing up in Monaco but competing under the german flag. Both wanting to prove that they are more than their last names. And, do you ever think about how differently they were treated? Nico ridiculed for his blond locks, and never seen as a real German. Bullied by Seb and Michael for being a nepo-baby who grew up rich in Monaco. Disliked by most of the senior drivers, never accepted. Even when he was beating seven time world champion Michael Schumacher in equal machinery. And, do you ever think about how Seb, who so openly disliked Nico, opened his arms to the young Mich Schumacher. Mick, with his blond locks and privileged childhood, who grew up in Monaco, just like Nico. How different they were treated, despite their almost identical back stories. Mick immediately recognized as a real german, even going on to compete in the race of champions with Seb several times for team Germany. I don’t mean to blame Seb, and what he did for Mick is beautiful. However, one does wonder, looking back, might Nico have deserved the same treatment? Did Nico watch as Mick was welcomed with open arms and think to himself, what did I do to deserve the ridicule?

We don’t appreciate the calibre or type of driver Nico Rosberg was. Like, the strong will of rejecting being the number 2 driver even if everyone and logic itself were telling you that's your place. Instead of just being happy getting some wins, he decided to fight against it. He rejected team orders, forced the team to value him not by doing dumb decisions like crashing for no reason, but by actually bringing results, forcing the results, even if it ended with him and his teammate in the wall. It was the pure competitive spirit of saying "I'm here and I'm not gonna take the second seat." Like... I love so many drivers, but honestly, if you’re not capable or don't even wish to be like that, why are you even driving???

We are human animals and thus fear death as animals do. The so-called “will to live” is nothing more than a different name for animal instinct. I am but one of these human animals, and when I observe my loss of interest in food and women, I realize I have gradually lost this animal instinct. Now I reside in a world of diseased nerves, as translucent as ice. Last night I spoke with a prostitute about her wages (!) and felt deeply the pathos of we humans who “live for the sake of living.” If we can submit ourselves to that eternal slumber, we can doubtlessly win ourselves peace, if perhaps not happiness, but I had doubts as to when I would be brave enough to take my life. In this state, nature has only become more beautiful than ever to me. You love the beauty of nature, and would no doubt scoff at my contradictions. But nature is beautiful precisely because it falls upon eyes that will not appreciate it for much longer. I have seen, loved, and understood more than others. This alone grants me some measure of solace in the midst of insurmountable sorrows. Please keep this letter from being made public for several years after my death. It is possible that I may take my life in a way that appears to be a natural death. PS. Reading the life of Empedocles, I realized what an ancient desire it is to make oneself a god. As far as I can tell, this letter does not attempt that. No, I exist only as a mundane human being. Perhaps you recall twenty years ago when we discussed “Empedocles on Etna” under the linden trees. At that time, I was one who fancied himself a god.

  • Note to an old friend, Akutagawa Ryunosuke

“People don’t know each other at all, really. It’s possible to have a completely mistaken view of someone, consider him your best friend, and even, when he dies, deliver a tearful eulogy, all without ever having known who he truly was.”

— No Longer Human, Osamu Dazai.

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