Circling and circling, like some stupid cartoon character; with birds flying around and stars twinkling overhead. Eyes that go crossways, where every things fake; Reality is just a word, in which the definitions do not take,... but a second to realize that it is not true.
Truth and justice... words that fail, ideas and rumination's that wither and die, like roses in the fall, like the leaves on a tree; each falling separately but part of a whole. Like society.... and our lives...can you see the big picture now?
Life rushes by, we think there is so much time;... in reality, it's but a brief moment... described in seconds, with ideas and years that have been left behind. Some, are remembered for their words, others for their actions. Some, are remembered for the good they imparted on others; others for the selfishness they reflected. Some are merely forgotten, their memories fly on the jet streams in the wind.
We place importance on money, jobs, and things. We strive for perfection knowing perfectly well, it's always out of reach. We blame others for our faults and failures and expect society to give us what we want, merely because we want it. We do not expect to have to work for it;.... we have Grown Accustomed to Entitlement. \\
When in reality no one owes you a thing. No one owes you a perfect job, no one owes you a spot on the team, you must earn the right to play, to fly,... you must earn your wings. Some will try and try, but few will ever get there. Why....because there is a flaw in our system which is designed to make us fail. Unless we have the resources "mainly money"; we cannot compete. No matter what our skill level, no matter how many hours practicing we put in, no matter how bad we want it, sometimes society slams the door in our face....Then what do we do?
Some will keep trying to knock down the door, others turn away, giving up all hope. Some try to beat the system through lawsuits and lies, still feeling they are entitled to something for which they never really tried. For those that have put he work in, and sacrificed their dreams, their lives, it is but another failure they chalk up to life's uncertainties.
I for one, can dream of only one thing...My Independence from others, that is my dream. The ability to pay back the debts, that so many have paid. The ability to live on my own, like a true hero; and give back to them in return. I use to dream of things that were quite possibly out of reach. The first was being a boy so I could be A professional football player...probably was not one of my best choices, or dreams. A professional athlete, musician, writer, poet, artist, all were dreams, all I tried to achieve, some I have to a small degree... Others I never even had a chance to succeed at. In reality I was a failure before I even started, I just couldn't see it at the time; and now what do I have left....nothing but debt, broken dreams, no job to contribute to society. I can't play sports, I can't live my dreams, I'm a second class citizen just for being me. I don't even own my own car anymore. I'm a slave to society, to a government which was supposed to be "by the people, for the people, and of the people", but now is just a cooperation run by individuals who think themselves better than the classes now living below them. We have gone back in time where there is a hierarchy, that people like me, (who in all reality would be homeless and in poverty without my family), are now subjects to people we hold no value to, and in fact truly hold no value over us. Yet we are expected to play and follow there rules. Ever read "Commone Sense" by Thomas Paine...if you haven't I suggest you do.
In all reality we live under a dictator, with a socialist government, and puppets to hold it all in place. So you ask me why am I frustrated? Am I benefiting from the "handouts of our government?" That all depends on your perspective of what a benefit is. If all you see is the money I'm given to live on, look again, because I can't even support myself, get out of debt or off the system as it now exists. I see the posts about welfare, and jobs, drug tests and Social security; debts and loss. I know what is true, I know what is false, I'm a student of history I know the mistakes that we made, and now continue to make. Have we learned nothing?
But don't put me in some box, because you think you know me. Don't put me in a box because you think I don't deserve what I'm being given. I'm not proud of it and I wish I could give it back. I wish I could support myself, have a family, I wish I would have served my country. None of these things have I done, I don't know if I'll ever be able to do them and...Time is running out.
I'm running a race I know I am going to lose, and yet I still want to be first,..... but am scared of the finish line. because there will be no heats, or trials, it's just one long race with sprints here and there, obstacles we do not see or expect, holes in which we fall into, and can't get out....without paying someone else to bail us out, and being in debt is not a life anyone goes out trying to find. The worst part for me is the finish line itself, because it is just just that, Finite, with nothing after, and nothing left.
So I'm sorry for the misconceptions, lies, truths, beliefs, and stories. We all have our demons, we all our a society looking to be better than the person standing next to us. Why no instead, help each other be the best we can be together....build someone else up, expect nothing in return, and see what happens. Maybe nothing, maybe something. Either way the finish line is just ahead, in the foggy distance, on a road that may or may not be paved in gold.
Truth and justice... words that fail, ideas and rumination's that wither and die, like roses in the fall, like the leaves on a tree; each falling separately but part of a whole. Like society.... and our lives...can you see the big picture now?
Life rushes by, we think there is so much time;... in reality, it's but a brief moment... described in seconds, with ideas and years that have been left behind. Some, are remembered for their words, others for their actions. Some, are remembered for the good they imparted on others; others for the selfishness they reflected. Some are merely forgotten, their memories fly on the jet streams in the wind.
We place importance on money, jobs, and things. We strive for perfection knowing perfectly well, it's always out of reach. We blame others for our faults and failures and expect society to give us what we want, merely because we want it. We do not expect to have to work for it;.... we have Grown Accustomed to Entitlement. \\
When in reality no one owes you a thing. No one owes you a perfect job, no one owes you a spot on the team, you must earn the right to play, to fly,... you must earn your wings. Some will try and try, but few will ever get there. Why....because there is a flaw in our system which is designed to make us fail. Unless we have the resources "mainly money"; we cannot compete. No matter what our skill level, no matter how many hours practicing we put in, no matter how bad we want it, sometimes society slams the door in our face....Then what do we do?
Some will keep trying to knock down the door, others turn away, giving up all hope. Some try to beat the system through lawsuits and lies, still feeling they are entitled to something for which they never really tried. For those that have put he work in, and sacrificed their dreams, their lives, it is but another failure they chalk up to life's uncertainties.
I for one, can dream of only one thing...My Independence from others, that is my dream. The ability to pay back the debts, that so many have paid. The ability to live on my own, like a true hero; and give back to them in return. I use to dream of things that were quite possibly out of reach. The first was being a boy so I could be A professional football player...probably was not one of my best choices, or dreams. A professional athlete, musician, writer, poet, artist, all were dreams, all I tried to achieve, some I have to a small degree... Others I never even had a chance to succeed at. In reality I was a failure before I even started, I just couldn't see it at the time; and now what do I have left....nothing but debt, broken dreams, no job to contribute to society. I can't play sports, I can't live my dreams, I'm a second class citizen just for being me. I don't even own my own car anymore. I'm a slave to society, to a government which was supposed to be "by the people, for the people, and of the people", but now is just a cooperation run by individuals who think themselves better than the classes now living below them. We have gone back in time where there is a hierarchy, that people like me, (who in all reality would be homeless and in poverty without my family), are now subjects to people we hold no value to, and in fact truly hold no value over us. Yet we are expected to play and follow there rules. Ever read "Commone Sense" by Thomas Paine...if you haven't I suggest you do.
In all reality we live under a dictator, with a socialist government, and puppets to hold it all in place. So you ask me why am I frustrated? Am I benefiting from the "handouts of our government?" That all depends on your perspective of what a benefit is. If all you see is the money I'm given to live on, look again, because I can't even support myself, get out of debt or off the system as it now exists. I see the posts about welfare, and jobs, drug tests and Social security; debts and loss. I know what is true, I know what is false, I'm a student of history I know the mistakes that we made, and now continue to make. Have we learned nothing?
But don't put me in some box, because you think you know me. Don't put me in a box because you think I don't deserve what I'm being given. I'm not proud of it and I wish I could give it back. I wish I could support myself, have a family, I wish I would have served my country. None of these things have I done, I don't know if I'll ever be able to do them and...Time is running out.
I'm running a race I know I am going to lose, and yet I still want to be first,..... but am scared of the finish line. because there will be no heats, or trials, it's just one long race with sprints here and there, obstacles we do not see or expect, holes in which we fall into, and can't get out....without paying someone else to bail us out, and being in debt is not a life anyone goes out trying to find. The worst part for me is the finish line itself, because it is just just that, Finite, with nothing after, and nothing left.
So I'm sorry for the misconceptions, lies, truths, beliefs, and stories. We all have our demons, we all our a society looking to be better than the person standing next to us. Why no instead, help each other be the best we can be together....build someone else up, expect nothing in return, and see what happens. Maybe nothing, maybe something. Either way the finish line is just ahead, in the foggy distance, on a road that may or may not be paved in gold.
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