Life is the grandest thing offered to us. Other people tell us we can do whatever we want, but it's hard not to be shaped by the world. What we bring to the table can be discounted, at least we tried, but the reaction of others is what effects us the most-- makes us for who we are. We think in terms of making others understand or reject that stance altogether because we are in the public sphere.

We desire validation of ourselves, but focusing particularly what makes us whole. Facts are the hardest thing for us to accept, especially when it is in relation to the self. The facts about us are painful and liberating at the same time, but the facts of others and the environment they are part of is what I am indifferent the most to. They live life in regression and idiocy; sake for sake itself, but for what purpose? The fact is I am invalidating others too, but is it more valid that my focus is not upon cultural customs or etiquette? Does it matter when something is being ignored about the world on purpose?

Someday, I hope to see that, to the end, our lives are fulfilled. However, all we have left are fixations, anxieties, and a lust to override all negative feelings, concerns, and torment.

I really wish to see this world crack open to reveal contents within for others to feel. To see the world for what it is: infected gaping hole, festering and oozing with pus, as an agonizing hell of internal pain. I want it for all.