To feel is such a beautiful thing. Pain and joy are one and of the same; both are born from the same energy, and it is in the same space do we become aware of each. Both are born instantaneously, they are born of the ether, apparently apparating into existence. They appear and without notice we are locked in battle with such forces of Human emotion. They pin us down, submit us; they bend us to their will. Submission to the marionettist, we are but a marionette dancing atop a stage. I am a marionette dancing, and I dance to the rhythm of joy and pain; how much longer must I dance?
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I'm a man who is trying to improve the world. I know this is an arduous task, however, broken down logically it isn't so complicated. The world is made up of individual humans. Change a human, change a part of the world. Start with yourself. View all posts by Startwithmyself