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If you're born in a tunnel, you must walk a ways before any hint of the light. How do the elite maintain superiority over the masses? It's linked to our insecurity as a race; we're kept in the dark to our true power and potential. Directing our minds elsewhere from birth and carried forward through our low standards of education. All areas of our being are manipulated to keep us ignorant of anything outside of the basic framework surrounding us. If one is made to feel safe in the tunnel, why would one leave? How can there exist in our human history the documents that we have--how can such things be taught to us, yet our minds are already so conditioned to ignore the message? I'm at a loss. Even in my most powerful moments of certainty, it's hard to break away from the framework; you know, those basic fears about the future. How can we continue to support with such vigor the same edacious candidate every four years? We look for messiahs in our politicians, naively believing them to hear our individual voices; while at the same time, there is a subconscious realization of this impossibility, resulting in the apprehensiveness of the collective voice to disrupt the status quo. Thus, we allow the wealthy to manipulate things as they see fit, and we rely on television and newspapers to tell us how to think.
I know so many who have such little respect for themselves, and I'm privy to such ill-advised insecurities myself at times. One should deal with these moments with sincere introspection rather than imploring false praise from a peer. TJ once said something to the aim of, "If you don't know who you are, act don't ask." I'm sure I butchered that, but you get it. When I notice a patterned speech toward me, I know I'm not being spoken to honestly. The overusing of certain colloquial speech, meek sarcasm designed to accomplish nothing short of, I don't know, breaking a wrongly perceived moment of awkwardness; additionally, being condescended to by one prone to manipulative ploys, whether it be to incite sex, favors, etc. God, the whole game makes me sick. To beat a game, though, you have to play it. Anyone with enough mental sight to do so seems to encounter prison, financial woes, or death, the causes of any one of these situations forever to remain shadowed by society's enormous proclivity to desire. If this kills me, death will have ended up being the necessary outcome. And even death is used by the living for manipulation. From the obvious murdering to the emotional manipulation, if only subconsciously. In the end, death is only a trifle to the living. I imagine this sort of living without being true to myself thing isn't worth living at all if I end up dying full of regret. I'd gladly trade in seventy years of future ignorance for one moment of honesty, even if it ends up being my last moment. There's a misunderstanding, I believe, with death. When it's spoken about, people become rather skittish, and often defensive, sometimes hiding behind such accusations as melodrama. Really, though, it's merely death. Might as well come to terms with the fact that it's going to happen to you sooner rather than later, as well as anybody you've ever loved. It's not a matter of dwelling on the subject, so much as just the basic understanding.
Having said all this, I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Not to say I fit in to a grand plan, but if I wasn't meant to be here, then I wouldn't be here; and if I'm meant to be here, that implies a reason. Whatever the reason may be--I may be here to assassinate a hundred world leaders, to spend life in prison, or to make a million dollars from some sort of private endeavor, or to spend a lifetime being ignored by the masses while existing in complete solace. In the end, all these ways of life are as insignificant as its opposite. Hitler served as no greater an influence on the universe than the old, shirtless man who sits in his garage all day across the street. I guess what I'm trying to say with all this is, "Do what thou wilt."
I know so many who have such little respect for themselves, and I'm privy to such ill-advised insecurities myself at times. One should deal with these moments with sincere introspection rather than imploring false praise from a peer. TJ once said something to the aim of, "If you don't know who you are, act don't ask." I'm sure I butchered that, but you get it. When I notice a patterned speech toward me, I know I'm not being spoken to honestly. The overusing of certain colloquial speech, meek sarcasm designed to accomplish nothing short of, I don't know, breaking a wrongly perceived moment of awkwardness; additionally, being condescended to by one prone to manipulative ploys, whether it be to incite sex, favors, etc. God, the whole game makes me sick. To beat a game, though, you have to play it. Anyone with enough mental sight to do so seems to encounter prison, financial woes, or death, the causes of any one of these situations forever to remain shadowed by society's enormous proclivity to desire. If this kills me, death will have ended up being the necessary outcome. And even death is used by the living for manipulation. From the obvious murdering to the emotional manipulation, if only subconsciously. In the end, death is only a trifle to the living. I imagine this sort of living without being true to myself thing isn't worth living at all if I end up dying full of regret. I'd gladly trade in seventy years of future ignorance for one moment of honesty, even if it ends up being my last moment. There's a misunderstanding, I believe, with death. When it's spoken about, people become rather skittish, and often defensive, sometimes hiding behind such accusations as melodrama. Really, though, it's merely death. Might as well come to terms with the fact that it's going to happen to you sooner rather than later, as well as anybody you've ever loved. It's not a matter of dwelling on the subject, so much as just the basic understanding.
Having said all this, I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Not to say I fit in to a grand plan, but if I wasn't meant to be here, then I wouldn't be here; and if I'm meant to be here, that implies a reason. Whatever the reason may be--I may be here to assassinate a hundred world leaders, to spend life in prison, or to make a million dollars from some sort of private endeavor, or to spend a lifetime being ignored by the masses while existing in complete solace. In the end, all these ways of life are as insignificant as its opposite. Hitler served as no greater an influence on the universe than the old, shirtless man who sits in his garage all day across the street. I guess what I'm trying to say with all this is, "Do what thou wilt."