We are a generation of thieves. We steal each other's time, Beauty. Freedom. Choice. Our ability to live any kind of adventure is greatly diminished. Only the strongest ones can catch the train now. Only the lucky ones. The love inside of me is there, I know it, deeply suffocating. It's fighting. Oh god, how I long for a time that is older. Whether myself being older or just going into the past, the wrinkles I remember in my Grandmother's face remind me that I do not truly belong here. I overcompensate my youth, substitute it with quirky humor and broad smiles. But I am not so young at heart. Unless romance is only for the young...then I suppose I'm wrong forever young what if I'm wrong about everything? What if there is a God? What if there is an afterlife? how much easier living this life would be. To know that you will see anyone again. Talk to them. Kiss them. Touch them. Feel Them. What if nothing were ever over? What if it never ends? You're a sparkling ball of electricity, bouncing through the black cosmos until you collide with - anything - and life explodes on impact. but if a humanoid god had been smart enough to build an afterlife why not just make this one worth living no god worthy of worship would have let genocidal shit happen to anyone anywhere in the world This modern life has been clouded. We no longer value the important things, the real things, on a day to day basis. Capitalism is the God of Love. Oil is the God of War. Money is the deadliest sin a necessary evil we all are forced to indulge. Adventure has been written off, adventure is for those who can afford it. We've thrown it to the physically perfect movie stars and hidden Hollywood to interpret for us in 120 minute blocks of light & sound & sex. That's our escape. When we blink back into our reality as the lights come up, we forget. Everyone forgets. Promises are broken, honor is lost. Follow the masses! Fall into the pit. We're all so lost, so unhappy, so screwed, and all so alone among the endless sea of everybody else's illusions and entertainment. But what if I fight back? What if I don't listen to the magazines and the logical minds that tell me "love like that doesn't exist." "lower your standards of love" "be realistic" "strive for a perfect body that does not exist, maybe someone will love you then" What if I keep my dreams, never let them go, pursue them with every cell in my body? What if I write? Draw, create, organize, lead, revolt, win? What if I choose love? What if I choose happiness? What if I could get everyone else to do the same? Perhaps then, fear would not be so scary. Love would be the dream more than expensive jeans. Humanity would rule over technology, instead of being ruled by it. We are a generation of thieves give back so there can ever be a life worth living
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