| The world has run out of hope.
Everywhere you look there are stories of: Knights
Warriors
Defenders
Super heroes
Children
Why are we suddenly turning toward stories of olden days when everything was black and white, right and wrong? Postmodernism has tricked us into thinking that everything is nothing, all is grey and even the words "grey" "everything" and "nothing" have no meaning. The popular books and movies have all swung back in the direction of easy answers to hard questions and hope rising from unlikely places because our world is in Chaos (with a capitol "C"). Everything is being done through buerocratic red tape and no one is getting anywhere. The old stories - or evenm the new stories about older days - have an increasingly important impact on how we feel - sold out. We all decided "hey, I think I'll try to sound smart and make people like me". We sold ourselves out, and suddenly we realize that we're going in circles. At least people like us though, right?
No, people do not like each other anymore. Cynics run rampant (I amoung them), trusting no one and expecting harm at every turn and dealing out damage in a whiplash fashion. Thier tongues quicker than the looneytunes roadrunner, and more destructive than the coyote's bombs.
We need to stop this. We need to look at problems and say "hmmm, this can be fixed" instead of saying "well, if something were hypothetically wrong I could 'fix' it persay, but even if it did need fixing it would really only be tweaking because there isn't really anything 'wrong' with it; it could just use a bit of change". This should not be followed by "well, since I know what could be done their isn't any use in doing it because it's just so hard" but it should instead be followed by "this isn't going to be easy, in fact it's really going to suck and I don't really want to do it, but it needs to be done, so I'll try and hope, and in the end if I fail, someone else will succeed".
All misspellings aside, just think about this for a minute.
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| My muse is gone.
In her place is the cold rustling of academia.
The steel clicking of clock wheels as wasted time rolls by.
Never another original thought.
Submit to the molds of society.
Learn what everyone else knows.
(Re-learn what you figure out ten years ago.)
Don't let them see you hurt.
Don't let them know that you weren't meant for this place.
(I was meant to be free.
My thoughts are no longer my own.
I've forgotten who I am and I miss her.)
Above all,
Smile -
Even when you want to end it.
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| Because I'm feeling nostalgic, I'll post.
This time last year I was just getting off the high of the best trip of my life.
This year I've done nothing.
This time last year I was still trying to sort out all of the details in my head, trying to never forget anything.
This year I have nothing to remember.
This time last year I didn't want the summer to end, I wanted to keep having my adventures.
This year I can't wait to get back to school.
This time last year my heart was broken.
This year, my heart is whole again.
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| I am now back "home". I miss everyone from school, and I'm still missing most of the people from here because everyone's so busy!!!!
~Edit~
I just dyed my hair black. It turned out really dark brown instead, but oh well.
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| I got all the classes I wanted. Woot.
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