confusion. yeahhhh.
I want to start a riot, I want to get in a fight, I want to make noise and do something that will make a difference in this doomed world. I want to take away all the hurt, I want to help peace to prevail, I want to show the world all the beauty it entitles. I see the worst in everything. I see the best in everything. every last memory reminds me of how the world was beautiful, how she is beautiful, how good everything used to be. there are no memories that won't bring me to tears. the earth just keeps on spinning even with everything turned upside-down. the past is no longer the future, no longer the present, no longer an option. there is no reconnecting. there are countless possibilities. there is always a choice. nothing can be the same, everything must just go on, there is no way to stop it. there is no way to just press pause and take in a little air. every memory is like a little blast of normalcy. without them, everything is floating with no purpose or direction, no way of knowing, nothing to feel.
corporations strive for this. they shove you farther and farther down their narrow path, forcing you to give up. stripping you of individuality, emotion, moral, creativity, hope. worker bees, yet still human to the untrained eye. waiting for instruction, mirroring the drone-likeness, giving it to younger generations like a highly contagious disease. catching this eraser of life, the world is falling, breaking, in danger. that is where we come in
we are the ones who care, the ones who escaped, the ones who can breathe. we see the error in corporate ways. we call bullshit. there is no way to ideally live in a place meant to destroy. society allows it to happen, sends the children off to schools worldwide to become sheep, to become failures, to become one brain. drained of anything resembling the greats of generations of the past. they put us down, tell us we aren't good enough, tell us we are too young, tell us to forget it, tell us not to dream quite so big. like good little sheep, we listen. we pretend we have no dreams, we pretend to go along, we save our thoughts for when they'll really count. we get lazy waiting for our time to count. by the time it's time most of us have given in. the fire has been doused. I refuse to end up like that. I need to be an exception. I need to break free of the way the world has become. I need to go off and fight to save the last shred of humanity before there is none, before new generations are better off never born than to be born into the emptiness. who would join me to keep the small portion that remains awake? we need to rebel, we need to bring back the dead, we need to win over the drones. 17 years has taught me to love, to let love go, and to fight for only what is worth dying for. I am in love with humanity, and the way it should be- would be if it weren't for society and conformity. I am in love with the world, the way it sways and sashays its way across the open space, the way it is filled with small little buds of hope that can bloom given the proper care and love. there is so much beauty to be found, if only one would open their eyes and see reality instead of following along on a conveyor belt to nowhere land.
the school system has been corrupted by conformity. they expect every student to learn the exact same information the exact same way. they give up on those students who simply can't in their style, deem them obsolete, stoopid, worthless. for the most part the teachers can't even be bothered to get to know their students to figure out what is best for them, what to do to help them. then they wonder when they can't say they have a perfect record, blame it on the students, say they don't try hard enough. in reality, students give their all, share their capacity of brilliance, yet can't compete with drones. this world judges success of percentage grades, amount of wealth, higher degrees acquired. none of that matters. success is really measured in happiness, in memories, in the good we've done for the world as a whole. not what one does for them self. there is no more room for greed and narcissism in a world already so unfortunately helpless and dead. schooling is the one becoming obsolete. who would need to know half of the stuff taught? stay true to yourself, for that is true beauty.
standing out and standing up for rights, for the past, for the world. these are the only things that matter. in an internal war there can only be one winner. beautiful. stay golden.
check out the titles of my posts, stop and guess what songs they are quotes from. it'll be fun.
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