I hate it.
Deep inside, the minority is screaming.
I don't fear judgement, I don't fear discrimination. I fear the fact that I will be fucking unable to survive in this world. This world has come to the point where no matter who you are, with whatever beliefs, as long as you try to stand up as an individual, and say 'hey, why the fuck must I listen and follow this crap, which is suppressing my will to do the things I love?' You will be pin down by the rest who's goals and dreams has been brought down by the masses of brainwashed individuals, too weak-willed to even think for themselves, and just do suffice in order to survive barely, with minimum lack of enjoyment and die an unmeaningful life.
Yes, the good guys never last. The good guys who wants to bring you out of this crap of a fantasy we are living in and forever being just a part of a loop of lies.
They didn't want that, and so they were killed, assassinated, framed and many other bull crap they shouldn't deserve.
Even a fictional character has a better insight in life than 99% of the people I know in real life. The fictional character who spoke these words:
'You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.' - Harvey Dent
You got to know though, there are two minorities. One being the 1% of the minorities those with power, influence and status that leads the army of majorities. And the 1% of the majorities, those with true self-beliefs, goals and aims, but are never-heard of even, and is considered 'weird' and 'stupid', even though the same words comes out both 1 percents. 99% of the 1% of the minorities, are villains, who once stood up for something, but because they fear of lost of their attachment, to every single fucking thing in think is theirs, they turn their backs and walk away from the meaning they have given to themselves: Their meaning of life. And so, they stand up tall and mighty, showing their face, being 'role-models', and keep people from being extraordinary, in fear they might result in his lost.
What about the final one 1%? They are the last source to protect everyone from the uncertainty and give a sense of light and clarity to the world, to help us understand. When they are close to achieving that, something happens.
They are silenced.
All their efforts and hard work, gone down the drain. People who followed forget. People who were on the verge of achieving what they want, give up. And they just live without meaning.
Power, what fucking power? When we have it, we cannot let go, we become more uncertain, and yet, it is the only way that peace can be found, through power. And when peace starts to grow, other powers group together and kill it off.
And I'm stuck, lying to myself to be together with the majority to survive, but live like the minorities of this earth. Fuck me right? Why can't just people wake up from their lullaby-inducing nightmares, and stand together as one to attack reality? Because fuck you, that's why.
The paradox of this world is aplenty.
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