Salvage Some Pride

I don't know? Maybe you can't understand. Here we are with all the world at its knees, begging for a taste of freedom. All's we need now is the answer! I'm sure if it was crafted right, or if the right person promoted it, or if the right timing was set in place...She'll listen to you, man.

"I soared with fire and power, striking fools down at both sides. Arrogance to my left, fear to my right. I glared with discontent at aphrodite's advance, I curled my lip and raised my brow. What could she have to offer me, anyway? love? Excitement? Everything I already had. I was really just amused that she would consider me, and that was all it was. I could let her pass. I could let it all pass."

There's a hole in that beam of light, you see, I could nestle my soul within its ray and be lifted. The lightness of my conscious state, ey.

Aye, look away. There's no concern anymore, you gotta let it go, let it be. Take your weary hands off for awhile. Your hands are full of hatred, you know that. The long night has set in, your unrepentant heart gives you more appeal. Sparkle up some joy for yourself. When you recieve your award, how many thankyou's could you give...two, three at most. See, you're look'n at this all wrong. Your perception changes with its stimuli, brother. It's merely reacting to the forces. Now is that right, or wrong?
It just is.
- Buck up.

Alright, come on. We're talking about the relationship between falling, and crashing. Focusing on the space between where you fell from and where you crashed, could be seen as the consciousness that never ends. We are eternally rising and falling. Reaching new heights all the time. Therefore, chronologically we are all going upward in the pursuit of self-realization. Though some people have a debased view of self, they are still actualizing it, all the time. So, thinking this, we should be striving for goodness and freedom, or we may never attain it. And we may never attain it.
Oh, I'm reading this book called Post Secret. It is a collection of post cards sent to editor Frank Warren. People anonymously send in their deepest secrets and he publishes them into a book. here are a few:
"I started shooting heroin agin."
"I once wrote an x-rated letter to a boyfriend who broke up with me before i could give it to him. ...I gave it to my next boyfriend!"
"I will always be the weird quiet girl."
"I drool, alot."
"sometimes I wish I was better at faking it."

Well, I'm goin to Ohio for a bit. Be cool.