The Rise Of Optimism...

Within Society we find it much easier to say then do. When we learn to abide by our words more, we step together in the right direction. Every individual has a purpose within society; no life can be regarded as insignificant or worthless. We all are destined for different things, but some never achieve fulfilment of their early promise. Never harness their gifts and work at their full capacity. It’s easy to be famous within the world, but much harder to forever be remembered as great. It’s hard sometimes to look at myself in the mirror to realise everything I have sacrificed could amount to nothing. I see myself as my own worst enemy; see myself as the sole individual upon this earth that can deny me progress. I sit and watch alone haunted at the reflection in the mirror, the smiling lifelong tormenter watches back gains pleasure within my instability.

 I live with fear, we all do some able to hide it better than others, as their outward appearance promotes confidence. In reality we all suffer, some struggle to come to terms with this. We shroud ourselves under the veil of doubt, which can lead us into the state of paralysis. Momentarily stare into the past thinking of what could have been, consume ourselves with regret. Regret is a possession I would rather much lose, but we are forever tied. Action generally causes a reaction, so why do some of us lie dormant? It’s easy to sympathize because what opportunities are there really for me within this world I question. Just another brother hungry as ever, haven’t we heard this before you’re wondering.

The government say that life is the buffet of opportunity, so I take it I got to grab what I can. It’s easily to be disheartened as you watch from a distance as others are silver spooned and fed. It’s an easy life for some, but I wouldn't trade my position as I have grown to appreciate the things that I have worked hard for. Success is there for the taking, it’s just how bad you want it. Success can easily be accessed, as everyone experiences a form of success within their lives. The hard part is finding a continuity of success, which can be built upon. How does a successful person better themselves, that's a question I ask you? How do we stay motivated under the all seeing eye of society? The answer could be said to lie within, it’s just if you’re willing to access it. Sometimes success can leave a bitter sweet aftertaste, but use it to your advantage to bring forth the rise optimism as pessimism is not the only answer...

A Man With Reason...

We all are given the power to think but struggle to find the power in expression. We all think, have an opinion on the world but thinking alone could represent the rise of anarchism. I’m just another brother with a view on life; I provide no difference to my predecessor or the man that stands next to me. We all have a story, we all have a beginning, but we find ourselves at different chapters of our individual developments. We think we know others, see and read what we want to believe, why are we quick to judge? Have patience in time they will let their voice be known, as everyone has a viewpoint...

Sometimes a little bit of gratitude for what we have in life goes a long way, as many face a life of misfortune. Every blessing and misfortune seen to happen for a reason, as many call it character building. In the midst of success it’s always necessary to pay homage, remembering to never lose yourself within the upheaval. Never forgetting where you came from or where you’re going. Many find it hard to stay humble within a society of adversity, those who say true go unnoticed. The birds that fly out the nest too premature, come crashing down to earth when their wings get clipped. Some in the flight of life find it hard to stay grounded and lose touch with their true identities. They were masks to hide from the past, but the past is patient and waits in the shadows. Infantile thinking promotes many to run before they can walk. We instinctively aid the child because the child knows no better. Watch the child as it grows, undergoing adolescence, but sometimes drift away before the child can gain the wisdom of old age.

There is always a chance for self-realization. The true test of a man is to identify their faults, voice them, learn and rectify. Cowards run from their problems, are you a coward? Running through life what will that achieve? Are you scared to make a change? Sometimes we appear selfish and deny the voice of reason. We find it difficult to be truly thankful for those who have watched our growth, those who have been there to make an impact on our lives. A life without friends would be a misanthropists dream. The journeys of true friends never begins together, the journeys show difference but ironically appear similar. Sometimes I look at the people around me and ask why it took so long for us to meet. Let’s not dwell on the question as I'm grateful for time that I have shared with them. A meeting of true friends represents two worlds destined to collide. The collision bringing forth a creative spark which will forever impact on the minds of people involved.

What is a true friend? There isn’t a definitive definition as no-one represents perfection. My opinion on a true friend is someone that you would call a brother or a sister within a heartbeat. You seem to fight sometimes but it’s only natural sibling rivalry. You feel their pain when they cry, you share their joy when they smile. A true friend knows the right time to be selfless, putting others before their own needs. We throw the title of friend around easily these days, is it because we long to be accepted? As we gain these new friends we see the world to appear smaller, allow our eyes to become limited and our minds narrowed. We revel in the adulation of these so called friends, but let anger ensue when they disappear in times of need. Some might take it as a bitter pill to swallow, buts it’s necessary to differentiate. See the difference between associates and friends, it’s a cruel business. If I've struggled with you, I would like to share my successes with you. If you add nothing whilst serving no purpose, cause the distance between me and my penultimate goals and dreams, it’s time to let go and adjust to the way of the world. Sometimes it goes without saying who your true friends are, as you develop a spiritual mutual understanding. If true friends lose contact temporarily they know they will meet again…

Lifes Factory...

Most of us are sat upon the conveyor belt of consumerism, merely viewed as a product of our own individual environments. Walking endorsements, advertising the culture of the west with every step we take. We are branded by society like cattle, herded within groups but we accept and embrace. We never challenge but submit, shun those who have differences. Make fun of those, who dream just to fit in. What they would do just to look like us but their means of capital cannot permit. Some claim to be captive, how can the captive of consumerism feel caged if the key is always right by their side. Are they lazy or have they just adapted to make the cage their home?

The journey started a while ago cultivated and fresh now with time we impose a manufactured identity. Some with no substance, others forgetting the notion of inherited culture. We are clones that have lost our way, mass produced commodities of society. Why are we never satisfied and have the need to want more, when some have never had the ability to possess. Would you give it all up for a day, see the world from an underrepresented perspective? Or is another’s opinion vital to your existence? Are you dependent on others? Or do you use self-confidence as an excuse for consumerism?

We fancy many ideas in life, but if we agree to them is the internal debate of human nature. I’m no hypocrite so I accept my position within this but I will always question how and why my fascination has grown this far. Driven on the route of evil enroute to the capital, if money represents evil why do the good still suffer? So I guess it’s a lose lose situation. The westernised children of the darkness that shy away from the light of humility. The dark restricts the light but we still live within a world of poverty, where the hopeless chase shadows. When will they realise that they are the ones that are free, the sad truth is that they will never as they endeavour to assimilate into the west. Enchanted by the promises of a better life and better opportunities. The fairy-tale of the west exists, the change within a mere urban legend...

The Looped Letter...

Dear Boy,

It’s a shame I never got a chance to speak to you, and seen your outlook on life. If only we had a chance to meet, so you could have seen how everything turned out. Is it how I expected?  Was I a foolish thoughtless child or did my imagination blind me from the harsh realities of the world. The protection of my parent that allowed me to live. What can I say on my minds atlas my mother was and still is my world; I was and forever will be her star. I became the man of the house at a tender age and in her heart I probably still am. She has instilled values, taught me lessons.

Why am I going on about myself when this should be about you? How’s your mother doing is she still working the night job, I bet your Nan letting you stay up late at night. Never forget your mother's efforts though Boy, as you took your first breath she decided she lives for you. Remember Boy nothing within this world can compare to a mothers love. When you opened your eyes for the first time she knew her love was real. I remember when I was about your age 11 right? Yeah 9 years ago I was the perfect age it seemed then was the perfect stage of life. As I look back have I failed to perform my potential have I? This is only my monologue and the show will go on, waiting for the curtain to fall, but I’m not in it for the applause, save your claps as many need helping hands.

I apologise boy if I keep drifting off in this letter, but how's school? Life back then only seems only a distant memory. Your probably at that age aint ya? I’ve heard about you. That’s the age where I craved knowledge and affection, but as I grew I fort I knew it all, I challenged everyone around me, I grew angry. How I regret things I never said, things I never done. I can’t go back that’s life I guess. Still there is time to make things right, to leave an impression. Heard you went Margate the other week, there’s no sand where I am but the sands of time are slowly slipping through my fingers. Why did I have the want to grow older if only I could go back? I was carefree, my burdens were less, and capital was never on the forefront of my mind. How it has all changed within 9 years.

With my age comes responsibility, was I ready for this? I used to wake up with a smile, now I’m awoken by an oppressive alarm clock, telling me the hardships are real. The numbers on the clock say 11 how I wish I was still that age. How I've never noticed life steady ticking by. The days watching martial arts kicking men in spandex suits, the days of endless cartoons. how I miss them, TV’s never been the same, pity we could never watch them together. So Boy make the most of them, cherish them can’t tell you the last thing I watched honestly. All I wanna do is do right by you is that so hard to believe, it feels like your still with me every day, some say we look similar even. Whilst others spend time highlighting our differences. I look in the mirror and the reflection says we have the same eyes.

From Man