“Take these dreams, and write them down…”
“Another moment passes by you, darling.”
“Almost Free - Aria Sharp”
Who are we but to wonder who we are in the face of everything we know when there is so much that we do not? I’m not really sure what the answer is to that question, and I’m not sure that anyone really does.
In theory, we are only theory; doesn’t anyone get tired of all of the questions we don’t even try to answer anymore? Why have so many of us have lost the rationality to exist without the instant gratification of anonymous belligerency? Who are we trying to prove something to in the first place? Does it matter that in the end, it doesn’t matter? Shouldn’t it be the question, not the answer that is most important? Shouldn’t it be the attempt, and not the result that deserves recognition?
Who would we be, if there was no one to judge us? Who would we be, if there was no one to watch us? Who would we be, if there was no one to answer to? Who would we be, if we were accepted for who we were when there was?
Who would we be, without fear?
…Dream. Believe. And take back what was meant to be yours.
Speak.
I have a belief that even if the human society were at a eutopic unjudging, fear ridden state it wouldn’t last too long. it seems human nature to destroy itself. to create beauty and brake it. like cycles… then within the mess they make they strive for the better of all that is good only to attain it once again to destroy it in greed and bla bla bla, but very interesting. it’s a sick world, sick world of tryin’ ways. and personally i’m pretty damn sick and tired of it all. even in this beautiful mystery.
We are flawed; that doesn’t mean you just throw up your hands and stop trying.