Looking back…
Vindicated and weary from the scorned misfortune of the worlds imperishable temptation to conciliate and appease the masses. I have become irrevocably parsimonious and although with a heavy heart I have disguised my true inhibitions and taken a step backwards. When was it that the true meaning of life became so magnificently difficult? Truly there must be an explanation that helps identify and overcome the transition of change; and if there is not, I demand one. As if the world’s currency is indeed a falsified excuse to barter and trade our precious memories for a minimalistic chance at a domesticated existence. Dreams, and happiness should not be that of our own fabrication left to comfort our souls when the day is done. Instead they should be a statement of an admirable sense of self that has led us to this day, where, while we muddled through in amazement we know that in the end it was worth it.
