A kaleidoscope of shattered memories somehow managing to link back to everything I’ve been struggling to stay away from. It’s a constant reminder of just how stupid I am compared to the average fuck with a sense of purpose.
I lack the urge to commit to a particular lifestyle. To trace the footsteps laid bare by the success of many others who willingly followed at the very cost of imagination and originality. Throwing away the chance to be peculiar without a second thought.
I find it curious. Damning. Is it really I who is the one lacking the ability to succeed because I’d much rather break the mold than to conform to it? My brain struggles to sort out a plausible reason whilst my heart stands proudly within the confines of my own recreated freedom.
The world frowns upon individuality. Yet it throws its arms out on television and roars the trumpets of setting your own path and embracing the flaws that divide you. While slowly driving the jagged edges of discrimination’s crooked blade in between your shoulders.
All the while smiling and promising a better tomorrow. The undertow of one’s need to be noticed a visceral scar against how one should truly accept the world as the burnt remnants of possibilities and dreams it used to wave upon the face of its many colorful flags.
We cling to the dregs of hope with the intentions of one day prying open the doors to an ephemeral heaven that’s talked about in books and preached about in churches. A certainty burrowed deep within our stubborn minds that if we can break away from what it is that makes us human, we can find the key to being perfect.
And we commercialize it. Selling it in mass quantities at every major retailer all across the world. Promising a better tomorrow for our sacrifices today. Giving us a guilt free conscience to commit the sins that would kill us with the promise of being repaid thrice over in the afterlife.
While the evil grins that rip open the faces of all those whose pockets slowly bulge with the cash and pride of sheep keep widening. They’ve found the secret to eternal wealth and power. Hidden within the souls of all the hopeless and the gullible. Exploit the fear of not knowing. Reap the benefits of false promises.
So yes I refuse to conform. To make the triumphs and failures of my life the success and faults of someone else. I would much rather feel proud for the things I’ve done, and hurt for the things I’ve done wrong, than to put that weight upon an imaginative figurehead with green eyes and a silver tongue.
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