Why Are We Here?

Why are we here?

Honestly… I’ve asked myself that a lot. Usually when I’m staring at the ocean or stuck in Guam traffic with nowhere to be. It’s one of those questions that hits you when everything gets quiet. Like, what’s the point of all this? Here’s what I’ve figured out. We’re not here just to survive. Not just to wake up, scroll, chase likes, clock in, party, and call it a life. We’re here to feel something real. To be something real.

And that doesn’t mean you need to save the world or have it all figured out. It just means you don’t coast through it asleep. You don’t live on autopilot. You show up strong. You stand for something when it’s easier not to.

There’s this verse that always stuck with me. “Many are called, but few are chosen.” I think that means we all get that tap on the shoulder. But only a few actually answer it. Only a few say, “Even if no one ever sees it, I still want to do the right thing.”

Ruck was built for those people.

The ones who believe.

The ones who’ve seen some shit, but kept their soul.

The ones who aren’t trying to be perfect, just real.

And real always stands out.

So why are we here?

To live with intent.

To love without needing a reason.

To wear stuff that actually means something.

And maybe, just maybe.. to leave this place better than we found it.

We don’t need all the answers.

Just the guts to live like the question matters.

Thanks for reading.

- Aljerico