Is it not what makes the world go round?
A longing to be, to have, to satisfy one’s desire(s)?
A gratification upon instances, where a wants fire burns so brightly as to fill ones mind with nothing else but a desire to need.
Cosmetic ideals, systems of value devoid of rationality whereupon one’s sense of self overshawdow’s that of the greater community.
Identity lost. A conformity gained.
Uniqeness shunned, the essence of one, an absence of self. One’s loss is also anothers, what few remain shall endure to the exploitation, manipulation, deprivation and maliciousness of those in numbers.
We ferment. The process reveals to us many a misendevour. A longing for a re-enactment, the essence of the past returns with rejuvenated flair. Realisations of individuality.
Identity restored, in conformity we trust.
Lesson’s learnt, lessons more to obtain.
Here’s one for free;
Stop giving a fuck.
-PG-
