I'm worried.
It isn't right.
but, I'm worried.
Things won't turn out the way they should, or maybe they will, and I'm not a part of it.
Yes, I am fine.
Yes, I always will be.
No, I am not happy about it.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
This is a Rant
This is not directed at anyone.
The world is kind of ironic; and not in a good way.
It makes me sad.
People are just so blind, they cannot see past what is put in front of them.
How many times have you heard the statement, "life is a like a big game"?
This is such a blatant misconception that it disgusts me. Life, to the masses, is a game.
But somebody had to make the game. Somebody had to make the rules. And most of all, somebody has to be controlling it.
Those who say life is game have spent their entire lives playing the fuckin thing and have just now realized, "hey, I've really learned a lot about being a good slave to society, I'm rich! I'm going to write books to instruct others in how to play the game. I am such a good person", are happy doing what they do, but really are the top top top percentile. The ultimate suck-ups.
Congratulations to all of you.
The way i see it, there are two ways to go through life the way it has been constructed as of late.
1) With a bunch of talent and practice and hard work, completely ignorant of what you're ultimately doing. In other words, getting lucky and following directions.
2) Becoming average.
However, few people are talented enough to actually even come close to success. It all comes down to genetics. How good your hand of cards is.
The game has become so pathetic now, that the road to greatness is the easiest if you have talent.
This is simply because the standards of the best are the best. Traits such as hard work, patience, diligence, loyalty, integrity, honesty, and character are all useless unless you have talent.
The people who make this game to control the masses of people who all aspire to greatness allow only those like them, the talented, single-minded, kings of their game, to take their place.
Whatever is left disperses around the world.
There is nothing anybody can do about this. It is the way of the world. The strongest survive.
It is so infuriating however, to those who may be talented, but refuse to be uni-directional, workaholic slaves and suck-ups.
There is so much of life to enjoy. So much beauty. So much passion.
And yet,
To survive, it must be sacrificed, it must be thrown away forever.
It is ironic only in that through constant failure I have discovered this.
And that those who understand cannot win.
How can they, with a good conscience.
When life is easy, and set like a train on a track for a destination, why even bother with understanding. Just do what you're told. Do what's put in front of you.
Am i just jealous?
Absolutely not. I could give up everything I love to be great at just one, but then i would be no different from the rest.
Do i see myself as a tragic hero?
Fuck no. I just know that it is my decision to fail.
It is ironic. If you try your hardest, and still do not succeed, then what?
People say you will be content.
We shall see.
Irony is a form of comedy.
I hate, no, I abhor how the world is just a sick joke.
And that nobody, truly nobody, gives a flying fuck for one another.
And that the expression, "No good deed goes unpunished" even exists.
And that I can do nothing.
FTW.
The world is kind of ironic; and not in a good way.
It makes me sad.
People are just so blind, they cannot see past what is put in front of them.
How many times have you heard the statement, "life is a like a big game"?
This is such a blatant misconception that it disgusts me. Life, to the masses, is a game.
But somebody had to make the game. Somebody had to make the rules. And most of all, somebody has to be controlling it.
Those who say life is game have spent their entire lives playing the fuckin thing and have just now realized, "hey, I've really learned a lot about being a good slave to society, I'm rich! I'm going to write books to instruct others in how to play the game. I am such a good person", are happy doing what they do, but really are the top top top percentile. The ultimate suck-ups.
Congratulations to all of you.
The way i see it, there are two ways to go through life the way it has been constructed as of late.
1) With a bunch of talent and practice and hard work, completely ignorant of what you're ultimately doing. In other words, getting lucky and following directions.
2) Becoming average.
However, few people are talented enough to actually even come close to success. It all comes down to genetics. How good your hand of cards is.
The game has become so pathetic now, that the road to greatness is the easiest if you have talent.
This is simply because the standards of the best are the best. Traits such as hard work, patience, diligence, loyalty, integrity, honesty, and character are all useless unless you have talent.
The people who make this game to control the masses of people who all aspire to greatness allow only those like them, the talented, single-minded, kings of their game, to take their place.
Whatever is left disperses around the world.
There is nothing anybody can do about this. It is the way of the world. The strongest survive.
It is so infuriating however, to those who may be talented, but refuse to be uni-directional, workaholic slaves and suck-ups.
There is so much of life to enjoy. So much beauty. So much passion.
And yet,
To survive, it must be sacrificed, it must be thrown away forever.
It is ironic only in that through constant failure I have discovered this.
And that those who understand cannot win.
How can they, with a good conscience.
When life is easy, and set like a train on a track for a destination, why even bother with understanding. Just do what you're told. Do what's put in front of you.
Am i just jealous?
Absolutely not. I could give up everything I love to be great at just one, but then i would be no different from the rest.
Do i see myself as a tragic hero?
Fuck no. I just know that it is my decision to fail.
It is ironic. If you try your hardest, and still do not succeed, then what?
People say you will be content.
We shall see.
Irony is a form of comedy.
I hate, no, I abhor how the world is just a sick joke.
And that nobody, truly nobody, gives a flying fuck for one another.
And that the expression, "No good deed goes unpunished" even exists.
And that I can do nothing.
FTW.
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