Sunday, February 15, 2009 @ 12:11 AM No Man’s Land..
Everyday I wake up wishing that this is all a fantasy, that everything is made up and unreal and dreamed. Everyday I wake up hoping to find a script to rehearse; hoping this life turns into a movie where everything is perfectly played out, and your success depends on how well you perform your lines; how well you perform your lies. I find myself wishing for someone to write out what I'm suppose to say, and how I'm supposed to end up in these situations, and handle them completely perfectly. I find myself wishing that I can simply get by pretending.
I can't wait for the day I realize that I am my own author, that I can write my own story. I can have all the confidence in the world, all it takes is will power...I always seem to be lacking when it comes to reliance in myself.
We are the Brave New World.
Explanation: The Brave New world was an anti-Utopian Novel. An Anti-Utopian novel is one that warns against the creation of a perfect society. It was written right before the holocaust, I believe. Many anti-uptopian pieces have been made, but despite this fact, we are still trying to make a perfect world. In fact, today we live in a world where our decisions are all made for us.I can take a warning. If there is one thing I'm good at doing, it's listening. Go read this book. It describes how we are today. Perhaps not litterally. but it's damn close.You don't live for yourself. You don't live for what you believe in. You live for what you are told to think.
Sunday, February 15, 2009 @ 12:11 AM No Man’s Land..
Everyday I wake up wishing that this is all a fantasy, that everything is made up and unreal and dreamed. Everyday I wake up hoping to find a script to rehearse; hoping this life turns into a movie where everything is perfectly played out, and your success depends on how well you perform your lines; how well you perform your lies. I find myself wishing for someone to write out what I'm suppose to say, and how I'm supposed to end up in these situations, and handle them completely perfectly. I find myself wishing that I can simply get by pretending.
I can't wait for the day I realize that I am my own author, that I can write my own story. I can have all the confidence in the world, all it takes is will power...I always seem to be lacking when it comes to reliance in myself.
We are the Brave New World.
Explanation: The Brave New world was an anti-Utopian Novel. An Anti-Utopian novel is one that warns against the creation of a perfect society. It was written right before the holocaust, I believe. Many anti-uptopian pieces have been made, but despite this fact, we are still trying to make a perfect world. In fact, today we live in a world where our decisions are all made for us.I can take a warning. If there is one thing I'm good at doing, it's listening. Go read this book. It describes how we are today. Perhaps not litterally. but it's damn close.You don't live for yourself. You don't live for what you believe in. You live for what you are told to think.
Although it's against my best judgment, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a hopeless idealist. I see good in even the most evil things.
I find faith and hope in humanity,
where everyone around me finds disgust and hatred and disunity.
I believe the world is what we make of it. I
believe in self-fulfilling prophecies.
I believe in people, because they don't even believe in themselves.
The world is amazing, if you want it to be.
I'm a young boy, but I'm far from being a teenager.
I made my mistakes and learned my lessons long before most people can even fathom.
I've learned to love my intelligence, and I prefer to remain inebriated in my own brilliance,
not by substance and people. I'm as open as the oceans, sometimes, just as deep.
Questions are hard for me to answer, and explanations are as rocky as the mountains in which I was raised.
Silence and nature go hand in hand. You've never met someone so quiet who can be so loud.
The public is my friend, and strangers are my favourite. My audience staring intently as I stage my act.
Only fools act, and I never said I wasn't one. I don't like unintelligent people,
but I front too much to take up with geniuses. I simply bask in their ambiance. I'm the outcast, the uncertain.
What do I know? I know I am the earth, you use me, and use me, and never appreciate,
you never take the time to love or thank. But I am the Earth, I'm used to it, so it's okay.
I am the Earth, someday I'll have enough.
