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Freedom
Freedom. What is freedom? The right to say whatever you like? Is that it? If so, we are not free. Nobody is free. There are consequences to everything we do, good or bad. Nothing we can say or do will ever grant us the freedom that we feel we deserve. What kind of world is this? A world where one minute a family is being created while another is being destroyed. One minute a person is being born, another minute someone is killed. Is this the norm? Is this how things should be? Can this not be prevented? Can the world not live without fear? There is a simple answer. Fear is what controls the world, whether you would like to believe it or not. Fear and power..they are one in the same. To be able to control the fear within human beings means that you can control their most primal instincts. When scared, all that humans have learned dissapears, and we are left with what we were meant to have. Primal instincts. As I said before..fear runs the world. But not just the world. It runs all of us. You. Me. Everyone. So, the next time that someone asks if you are scared, tell them yes, and they should be too, because who knows when your last day may be. Today. Tomorrow. It matters little though. We will all perish eventually. Letting our fear pass down through the generations. Spreading our curse.
Spoiler:
Everything Fades
Will you be missed? Possibly. Perhaps you will be missed for years by certain people. Its impossible to really tell. Ha, I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Everything fades. Nothing is eternal. This is a fact that I have accepted, and you should as well. Feelings, whether they are good or bad, fade with time. You may love someone until the day you die, but what then? Exactly. Everything fades. Death is a swift way to fade away, but there are many other methods. We humans fade away a little more each day. We are parasitic creatures, feeding off of the earth. Unfortunately for us, even parasites fade away. Many of you are too proud to accept that you may completely vanish at one point. Others may have known it their whole life. Whatever your view may be, it doesn't matter in the slightest. You may be thinking that eternal abyss seems a little harsh for every being to fade into, but think for a moment. Humans alone have destroyed so much. We kill and kill, many of us not caring why. We kill animals, we kill nature, we even kill each other. For what exactly? Land? Power? Those are just excuses. Excuses for doing what we want to do to others. On the other hand, who is to say that killing is wrong in the first place? Now, don't get me wrong, I am no fan of murder. However, I do wonder at times why we see killing as such a wrong thing to do. Haha, let me get back to what I was originally saying. Once you really think about it, if we fade into an eternal hell of torture, we're just getting what we deserve. Some of you may say that you have done nothing wrong, that you haven't killed, so why should you be tortured? Well, whether you would like to admit it or not, we all have the instinct to kill. It is within all of us. There is no such thing as a pacifist. A pacifist is just someone who fights their true nature. Nobody is innocent. We've all taken our toll on the world. I'd like to ask you to do something for me. Think for a minute or so about who would miss you when you die. Perhaps you find it sweet that they would miss you. Well, when they fade away as well, who is going to miss you? Nobody. That, my dear friend, is the moral of this story. Do what you can in life to be great, because one day, nobody will remember you.
Spoiler:
Love
Now, before I begin, you may think that one of my age knows nothing of love. While I disagree with that statement, this isn't to prove that I have some infinite knowledge about love and the meaning of the word. Love confuses me. It confuses me so much that when I start to like someone, I need to buy some medication for my headaches. Earlier in my life, in sixth grade to be exact, I had fallen in love. I waited five years to date this girl. Five years that I could have spent searching for someone else. On the fifth year, this year, she ended up betraying me. I didn't quite understand, for I had thought that she loved me as well. As it turns out, that was a ploy. After that day, I fell into what you might call a deep depression. I felt positively wretched. It was also on that day that I began to question love and what it is all about. Is it even real? If it is, what does it even mean? Is it just something that people say to each other so that they can lie easier? Or is it some kind of start to a plan against one another. Now, I know that love may be real with some couples. To be honest, I envy them. I see them quite often, in fact. I want to know that they know. How does one love another and receive that love back? Is there a magnificent secret? Or is the answer so simple that I am blind to it? Whatever the case, I am asking you, my listening audience, to tell me your opinion. Should love be complicated to the point where trigonometry is the lesser of two evils, or is it truly simple? Surely someone must know. My heart aches, yet it also yearns to hear an answer that it understands. I'm sure that you of the mature audience must think quite humorously of my questions. You may say that someone who is only fifteen years old requires no knowledge of love yet. I, as stated before, disagree with that. I think that if we "young folk" actually understood the emotion of love, we could prevent so many broken hearts. Not only that, but I want to know about love so that the next time I like someone, I can tell the difference. I have the problem of thinking that me just liking someone means that I love them. Not only that, but when it comes down to the question of whether or not I really do, I don't know the answer. Now, dear audience, I need to know. For the sake of my heart and sanity, answer me this. What is love..and why is it such a mystery to those who cannot find it.
Spoiler:
Masquerade
I have often dreamed that the world belonged to me. I've dreamed that the world was a simple, elegant display of the passion of beauty. A world in which none were judged for their appearance, but only for their impact upon the display. I guess you could say that I dream that the world is a Masquerade Ball. Everyone's face is hidden, looks and vanity being thrown to the wind. All that matters is that dance with the other figure. The one person who you not only see, but feel. Physical attraction and other vain neccessities do not exist. You find yourself attracted only to the silhouette of beauty that is hidden away within your dancing partner. Many people wander the dance floor, some thinking that they will never be asked to dance. However, it is only a matter of time before the majority of them are whisked away by other lone dancers. Unfortunatly, some dancers must leave before finding their partner. Some of these figures even steal other peoples partners. Although this dance gets troublesome, more so than not, order remains within the corridors of the old-fashioned building. Of course, anyone can talk about the type of world that they dream about, but what is the point? Well, my point is very simple. Maybe if we treated the world as a Masquerade, we would have longer dances. Perhaps even more poeple wouldn't have to go home without a dance. Everyone deserves a dance..even if it is just one. So, the next time you interact with a gentle person, put on your mask, and ask them to put on theirs. Maybe then we can all dance.
