I don't respect people based on age or accomplishments. "Respect your elders" is bullshit - most of the biggest assholes I know are people who are decades older than me. Generally, douche bags accomplish more because they're insensitive to people's feelings. Being callous may make for efficiency in numbers, but not in a person.
I'm better than people because I don't have to go out of my way to prove that I am a better person.
I wish I could fly away from these stereotypes and patterns and trends. I'd like to erase all that I don't like and redraw the plans. I build the blueprints and only I can edit. The measurements are not to scale, but they are linear in nature.
Fists find faces for reasons other than anger. They do it for justice or stupidity. But they do it for reason. Maybe those reasons are the purest things are metal brains can come up with these days.
I don't believe in wisdom. There are truths that we all know - it's only after years of having these truths rammed through our retinas and into our brains that we accept them, even if we don't want to. This acceptance is wisdom. Wisdom is morbid and lacks hope.
I sometimes feel like a dark, black cloud that pelts all below it with a hail of words that simply shatter against them. No one drinks rain water anymore - it's all from the tap. These words are dead, but not as dead as the ears that refuse to hear. Not as dead as the minds that refuse to bend. Let the words live like these feelings that are the oceans that supply the rain water through evaporation and other means of natural success.
Adaptation only brings about survival of the fittest when we're eating each other. We are not, although sometimes we'd be better off that way. So, let there be flexible essentialism. We are but prepaid credit cards. We all look the same, but we determine our value.
If you look at life in a certain light all tasks are impossible because failure can never die. If you look at it through another all tasks are simple because success can never die. Good always wins, but evil creates a sequel. Hear, hear college analytical skills - a parallelism between the concept of evil and the capital gains accomplished by a sequel. Money is evil no matter what. If I was rich I wouldn't be saying that. Or would I? Do the rich desire the ways of the poor as the poor desire the wealth of the rich?
At the end of it all it is as though everyone is a shell. A closed door. Crack it open and it has occurred to me no one is truly happy. Therapy is common place. Love makes people happy, children make people happy, accomplishment makes people happy. But all of these things are that which money can't buy.
If it is easier for a camel to go through a needle than a rich man to get into heaven, I wish that I was a camel with a needle the size of the Eiffel tower. But then again, I wish I hadn't taught myself to mask my feelings with words, poems, and a dream of my dreams coming true. But who wants the pain of the nude truths.
Because I'm 19 many do not respect me. They feel I've growing up to do.
I don't want too "grow up" to become a beautiful statue. I'd rather remain an ugly human.
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