Movement into life
A long time ago, lived a kid. This little kid was as happy as could be. He loved to run in the woods and play in the streams, and enjoy what life had to offer him. Life was good, as it is in the youthful days of our lives. Decisions don't exist, and the carefree approach to life is all that matters. Each day holds a new adventure bottled up inside each child. The kid grew up. Society met him, and it was not a good meeting. Life was something else now. IT was a constant change, always trying to find a niche, and always falling short of his goal. In the end, things moved on, but this feeling of never being able to be whole stuck with him. He found pieces that filled the hole from time to time, and each time a sense of what is was like to be a kid again came back to him. But as most stories go...time is a mean damn thing...and being the bastard it is, he lost the full feeling that gives you some warm and fuzzy shit deep down. And he realized...its never going to get better. Whatever he did, he'd always fall short, even if he did manage to keep up to par from time to time. And obviously...this upset him. So, with that in mind, he gave up. He looked in the mirror one morning, now being a young man, and noticed his life had been something to pass the time by. All his life had been for something else, had been a nice picture to put in the paper for good grades, but never for himself...and he realized his friends were loving and caring, but they didn't know him. They had never seen the dark hate for his inner anger...the real blackness that was a result of this world's bastardly scorching had done. he wasn't a bad kid, just a kid with a issue of trying to make everybody happy...he could give a fuck less now...Thats why he gave up, thats why with each day that passed, his decision was yet again an understandable choice...why worry about something you can't control...just cut all ties and assume the path of life. So...he gave up, and he understood...its time to change, not to something new, but to something he's always been. A person, a person with the right to be who the fuck he wanted to, a person with feelings and a nice lil heart that deserved a good reason on why this and that...a person who should be able to get married and have kids, a wife and family and the whole picket fence...a person who should not have to put up with the shit he so commonly has to. And so that little boy who had met society was no more. He said fuck it. He grew up...yet again.