Weren’t we all bred to strive. I mean think about it. You get pulled out of the womb, expected to be a Fully Functioning being by the age of 5. All that, you learn at the comfort of your loved ones, fully trusting your life in someone’s hands. And if it just so happens you are reading this today, then you’ve already achieved a great amount most around the world wouldn’t be able to say they have. You have had the opportunity to learn how to read, explore technology, and have become a fully functioning Human being on your own, regardless of your environment. But there’s always something more isn’t there. It’s about graduating school and finding a job and marrying and having babies. What if you say fuck that. What would the people who just helped you become a human being say if you didn’t follow their plans. Then what? That’s the worst part of growing up. Achievement most of the time is blinded by confusion. And there’s a shit load of confusion as far as I’m seeing. Most of the souls I met are lost souls, and inevitably I’m one of them. I just wish everyone would take a moment to ask themselves why. Why are you the way your are. Regardless of your aspirations or the way you were raised or what you believe in. It’s just simply asking yourself what am I? The sarcastic assholes are answering in their minds right now I am a fucking human. No shit. But what kind of human are you. Because most of the ones I met today are one kind, shattered by their insecurities and bred to be a certain way, disregarding their nature. Disregarding their mental capabilities and conforming to what everyone else tells them to be. That is a lost soul. What is true achievement to a lost soul? Is it the big house and fancy cars or is it the hunger for answers like it should be? That’s just the beginning on my view of society. We are all brainwashed into believing that prosperity and fortune are hand in hand with what true achievement means. I believe true achievement is stepping out of the haze society slips on you and realizing there’s more to life than what we are planning today. But my hope is killed unfortunately, even though my blessings are bountiful. There’s always the trick of irony to deter you from finding real answers, that is what I call the universe. Or God’s plan. Either way, the end point is a scary one, yet it might not be as philosophical as I believe it to be. Who knows, what if I am what I know I am yet I know nothing at all like the movies say. So ask yourself those things. What is your true definition of achievement and from that you can derive why you are the way you are. It’s always good to know the answers of questions one can only ask oneself.

Yours truly- M