a child
I did not know where I could write and have it be mostly ignored and then I remembered LiveJournal.
Why must my ego be so fragile? Why, when I know where I want to be do I fold in on myself and rip my own unique thoughts to shreds at the drop of a hat?
My plan was to continue being selfish until I had the power to be truly selfless. I want to help. I want to create a future that extends beyond my death. I do not want something so simple as a child which I am lord and master of. I do not want great riches with which I may dote on myself. I want only simplicity for me and the possibility for vibrant and ever growing wonder for everyone else. It seems that freedom, equality and the tools to make those things better and better for everyone is not possible. The world seems repulsed by progress, seeking instead paper with little faces on it. Unwilling to share even as adults long past our childhood. We pronounce "FREEDOM" and practice its execution as greed.
I will trudge forth loathing every second that I am shackled hand and foot. There are mountains I must summit. There are stars I will reach. Please, give me time and help me focus.
-TV
Why must my ego be so fragile? Why, when I know where I want to be do I fold in on myself and rip my own unique thoughts to shreds at the drop of a hat?
My plan was to continue being selfish until I had the power to be truly selfless. I want to help. I want to create a future that extends beyond my death. I do not want something so simple as a child which I am lord and master of. I do not want great riches with which I may dote on myself. I want only simplicity for me and the possibility for vibrant and ever growing wonder for everyone else. It seems that freedom, equality and the tools to make those things better and better for everyone is not possible. The world seems repulsed by progress, seeking instead paper with little faces on it. Unwilling to share even as adults long past our childhood. We pronounce "FREEDOM" and practice its execution as greed.
I will trudge forth loathing every second that I am shackled hand and foot. There are mountains I must summit. There are stars I will reach. Please, give me time and help me focus.
-TV