An Apt Way to Begin…
freedom; its a word that garners many responses.
thought. speech. religion. choice. will. life. death. press. life. decisions.
but its a word that i abhor. i do not value freedom. not in the sense america puts it. i do not want everyone to say anything they feel they want to say. i value the thought behind words. no one pays attention to a fool who is always running at the mouth, but the one who is silent can floor a whole room by merely standing to speak.
its rarity in these days. in my life. silence is to be relished. it is an uncommon luxury america cannot afford.
from early age we are taught that we must be the american dream. that we must rise from the ashes, that we must pull ourselves up form our bootstraps and survive. it is unacceptable to not aim for the top. afterall, who could possibly be content with substandard settings in this day and age. when modern convenience pushes us farther and farther along.
can a person be too good? too ahead, too innovative, too far ahead that the rest of us can’t cope with the difference?
america has become an example of evolution. natural selection has pushed us so far form the lineage that we have become a new species, unable to connect with the past, unstable in our future, waiting to see if the offspring truely is viable, or whether it would die out with the passing fancy.
the passing fancy. why is it so important?
why must we strive so hard to meet what is a mere fleeting whim? every single little thing is done to better ourselves day in adn day o put in the eyes of others. i grow weary. tonight i am just very weary.
