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This must just be one of those days.
I am alone in my ideas. I give up. I resign. I will sleep this off. For so long I've tried to show people a more meaningful shade to life, but my mistake lies in denying that nobody really gives a shit. Nobody really wants to see past themselves. The world, or at least this fucking country, is driven by money, power, religion, greed, fear. Maybe everyone does realize this and has just succumbed to the weight of it. Maybe everyone just wants to live comfortably in this mindfuck humanity seems to have become. There are no more stories to tell. Art is business and children are born grown up. There is no place for compassion and love is a weakness in this age of tears. The smart people are hiding or have killed themselves in surrender of either their lives or souls. You people lie to yourselves and eat it up. You lie to yourselves and them ask for forgiveness in all the wrong places. You place blame wherever it will be bought when the truth is, every fucking person has nobody to blame but themselves. I'm so disappointed in you all. Be born. Go to school. Summer. School. Summer. School. Summer. High school. Your soul dies a little when you realize your parents lied to you. But they are paying your way, so do as they say. Go to college to get a job. Get a job to pay for that house you can't afford, but fills some void momentarily. Have kids. Sell their souls. Sell their dreams. You manipulate them and train them into little baby soldiers to carry on your work and your ideas. You should encourage them to think for themselves and maybe then do they have a chance. Perhaps you can live on in your kids and make sure they pass where you failed. Too bad nobody realizes you failed because you were supposed to. Because you had it wrong the whole time. Because deep down, at some point, you realized this and you kept going the paved road ahead of you. Do what's easy. We each have less than a decade on this beautiful planet and we spend it boosting materialism and rank. And you know what? None of you are happy, at least not at the end when the flat screen television and the porsche in the driveway is the best you've known. At the end we seek compassion and love and meaning. Too bad you've spent your life deconstructing anything with a heart. Nobody likes a dreamer anymore. Not in this world. You think they are just getting up for a let down, when really those dreamers are the last bit of good in the world. I'm sure there are plenty of people who will read this and be confused or angry or offended. That's okay. You simply don't get it. You don't understand that NOTHING any of us do matters or is even real. You feed yourself with religion or drugs or friendship or you stay busy on the only road you trust. You live your life half asleep, doing what you are told and you don't think for yourself. You are a consumer and an abuser of the shred of hope any of us have left. I pity you. But it's okay. I'll be on my own and you all have each other. But mark my words. At the end, you'll ache for all you missed.
I am alone in my ideas. I give up. I resign. I will sleep this off. For so long I've tried to show people a more meaningful shade to life, but my mistake lies in denying that nobody really gives a shit. Nobody really wants to see past themselves. The world, or at least this fucking country, is driven by money, power, religion, greed, fear. Maybe everyone does realize this and has just succumbed to the weight of it. Maybe everyone just wants to live comfortably in this mindfuck humanity seems to have become. There are no more stories to tell. Art is business and children are born grown up. There is no place for compassion and love is a weakness in this age of tears. The smart people are hiding or have killed themselves in surrender of either their lives or souls. You people lie to yourselves and eat it up. You lie to yourselves and them ask for forgiveness in all the wrong places. You place blame wherever it will be bought when the truth is, every fucking person has nobody to blame but themselves. I'm so disappointed in you all. Be born. Go to school. Summer. School. Summer. School. Summer. High school. Your soul dies a little when you realize your parents lied to you. But they are paying your way, so do as they say. Go to college to get a job. Get a job to pay for that house you can't afford, but fills some void momentarily. Have kids. Sell their souls. Sell their dreams. You manipulate them and train them into little baby soldiers to carry on your work and your ideas. You should encourage them to think for themselves and maybe then do they have a chance. Perhaps you can live on in your kids and make sure they pass where you failed. Too bad nobody realizes you failed because you were supposed to. Because you had it wrong the whole time. Because deep down, at some point, you realized this and you kept going the paved road ahead of you. Do what's easy. We each have less than a decade on this beautiful planet and we spend it boosting materialism and rank. And you know what? None of you are happy, at least not at the end when the flat screen television and the porsche in the driveway is the best you've known. At the end we seek compassion and love and meaning. Too bad you've spent your life deconstructing anything with a heart. Nobody likes a dreamer anymore. Not in this world. You think they are just getting up for a let down, when really those dreamers are the last bit of good in the world. I'm sure there are plenty of people who will read this and be confused or angry or offended. That's okay. You simply don't get it. You don't understand that NOTHING any of us do matters or is even real. You feed yourself with religion or drugs or friendship or you stay busy on the only road you trust. You live your life half asleep, doing what you are told and you don't think for yourself. You are a consumer and an abuser of the shred of hope any of us have left. I pity you. But it's okay. I'll be on my own and you all have each other. But mark my words. At the end, you'll ache for all you missed.