Mew...
I have a theory... We have an idea of ourselves when we are young. We're good-hearted, noble, honourable, we're unselfish- anyone who says that children can't be cruel, isn't looking hard enough. It's a beautiful image. And in fact, it's true. It's the truth about us. But we betray it. Or the nature of the world betrays it. We betray it again and again, one way or another. We can't do what's decent, or what's decent is beyond our means. You've either got a dollar to get to you love's house or a dollar for the homeless man on the street. There are only so many causes you can die for, only so many people you can love with all your heart, and even the best decisions can limit you. Limit your potential, limit your freedom- twist you downwards. So, we lose ourselves. We turn our back on the image we had as kids. We begin to believe that we are the ugly thing we've half proved ourselves to be. But the noble image is still there. It never goes away. It is a shadow we cast into the future when we were young and it's always calling us towards it- beckoning. Only now there's this other shadow, you see... The one cast by all those acts we've commited which are unworthy of us.