bliss

When it starts, we're in trouble. We can't do this. Or that. They tell us what to eat. Dress us. Bathe us. Put us to bed when they say. They must hate us, parents. They simply must.

Then, there we are in school struggling to give even a piece of effort or drive or anything but apathy. And we're angry. Because once we can talk; think; walk on our own, what necessity are parents? Food, sure. Maybe shelter. But we have new visions of the world that are wasted by the school time spent. What of math? Who needs to know the equal of x? We are breathing now. With our own heartbeat and hands to feed ourselves. We want everything that no one wants from us. And we'll have it. We'll try it. And we're infallible. Writing, two words or two-hundred, it's busy work. Always, we are wasting everything. Where do we play? Where do we challenge imagination? When do we succeed?

I am tired of the books of classrooms; the mindless equations. I've become numb to knowledge and do not care. Outside the walls stands society and I can conquer it. A little more time out there, I'd be king. You'd see me with skyward fists. Crowns of gold atop my head. I'd be given parades if I just had the chance.

But how will you know? How can you be sure of achieving greatness until you understand that which you wish to conquer? How can you understand the laws of physics and by that process, understand reactions that occur in nature; in the society you claim to call your future kingdom? How can you see the importance of opinions and the different perceptions of this reaity? Or the next one? If there is one...

How can you find importance in the violent altercations of the young and restless hearts that are as empty as the minds they react with? How can you believe your own importance above all that which you do not know? How can you communicate with anyone, anyway? Where are your letters, boy? Where are your words?

I am rebellion. I am hellish fury. I burn brighter. I am a unique and perfect bouquet with a challenge to the mass markets of the world. I roar loud and will continue. Until the cage becomes freedom.

And what will you do then with your freedom? You will find touch. You will only find small connections- weak ones- with this person and that one. You will find you are small. You will find that your love for yourself is greater than any other. You will see the devil and not know how to tame him. You will see diamonds and never truly claim them. You will never see this trap. Or that one. You will never know a pitfall until you stumble into it.

I have passion. I have certainty. I know I know the truth.

Then cultivate it. And know success.