Severity

Forced and repetitive imagery does no one good except for those unable to create their own ideas and places. Running water and outstretched roads surrounded by similes and metaphors that are never new and never looking to places never before seen or smelled or tasted. Instead, it is a reference to a book or poem, someone else's words being used to say your own. Plagiarism or inspiration. And worst of all, rather than be allowed to visit these physical and mental places, I am contained here, to my glass box staring back at a world moving around me. Egocentric or realistic. From my pellucid prison I see only one view, and yet this one frame of real life is simultaneously everywhere. Real people passing through my pane of perception on their way to endless possibilities. And despite all this movement that seems bent on showing itself to me, for reason I am doubtless it keeps to itself, I am still.

Man is man and animal. I have spent long hours and days studying alternate theories. Darwin has his reason, and theology has its rhyme. Oh, what eloquence those ancient books hold! What spell binding mystery they enrapture us in, only to leave us with unidentifiable guilt for even reading it well. I do not trust them with either my past or future, and Darwin does nothing to explain today. For today is only expressible through vague emotions which came from no where in our scientific past. Loneliness is a symptom of humanity, and one that is simultaneously the source of our greatest thoughts and actions as well and the worst of them. And yet, we learn so little in our times of reflection. It is only during the actions we take that we can advance, and that is only knowledge to be garnished from concentration.

With this new year, I have for the first time made a resolution. Not a specific goal to be reached, but a new philosophy to have. And that is, simply, to Strive Towards Perfection. To excel in all pursuits, that is the only goal for man, and one too easily ignored.

Strive Towards Perfection