“Every man needs a purpose”.
It always comes back to that quote. Words that hold me in their arms. Jesus! They are just fucking words! Its unfathomable to imagine that a quote I heard years ago, still has a strangle hold on me. Its crazy to think that a purpose even exists in this hurtful, cruel world. Lets face it, thats what the world is. You know some people say, life is what you make of it. That is not true at all.
Bad shit happens all across this world. Poverty stricken families, single mothers and/or fathers, raising a flock of children the best they can, and still being looked down upon by society and labeled as irresponsible. Murder, addictions, theft, greed or whatever the fuck else you want to call it. We all have our demons and we most definitely all have our struggles.
I believe that the young people of the world today is not lazy, is not weak of mind and spirit, and I definitely feel like the young people of the world want to have some worth. It’s just that everything around us, which is supposed to give us some hope and satisfaction in ourselves, always ends up hurting us. Some people say that you cant experience joy without pain. Whoever in the fuck said that, is one-hundred percent correct. My only thing is this, how much pain do we have to experience.
Some of you (if any), read this and say, what in the fuck does this guy know about pain? I dont know, maybe you are right. I havent lived a bad life. My parents tried the only way they knew how to provide for us growing up. They never left us. They never allowed us to grow up in the slums. They never wanted failure for us. They were your typical parents. Cant complain about that. I am lucky.
I am also very spoiled. Not from my parents, they never did that to us either. But I guess I am spoiled because I really have a hard time appreciating the accepted ‘good’ that this world has to offer. Everything I stated earlier, all the bad, is a tough pill to swallow. Ive definitely wronged some people in my lifetime, and vice versa, but one thing I was never taught from anybody, is how to deal and to get back on the road. I never have and still dont, know how to recover from bad situations.
Call me a pussy, call me a quitter, call me lazy. Call me whatever the fuck you want to call me. Just dont call me a guy who hasnt tried to love. You see, I know what my problem is in life. I just fucking explained it to all of you. I know what the problems of the world are. I see it everyday. I just dont know what the resolution is. Some may say, you can only find it within yourself. You cant worry about what others think of you, or do, or say in any matter. Fuck everyone else, because the only person that matters is you.
That is complete and utter bullshit. Because if I was the only fucking person that mattered, there wouldnt be a billion other people in this world. Thats the fucking truth. This is my struggle. I want to share joy with others. I want others to be apart of my struggles and fucking triumph to greatness. I dont give a fuck what the standard of greatness is. To me greatness is sitting with your loved ones right next to you, with no judgement. With no anger. With no fucking plot.
Sure, say its all fucking unrealistic. You are right. Maybe it is, but arent we suppose to lookout for one another instead of just oursleves. Maybe Im just not fit for this shit. Maybe yall aint fit for me. Regardless of whichever one it is. We are here among each other. I want to figure out a way to make it happen. LIFE! LOVE!
Many of us consider being vulnerable a weakness. If we show our vulnerability, we are letting others destroy us. We have become a culture of malice, including myself. Quite frankly, Im exhausted from it, and Ive only been alive for twenty-four years. I know this whole piece is irrelevant to alot of you, but for some hope deep within, I hope you can all read this one day down the road, and understand and know, that someone gets it. You are not alone in your discontent with how we have allowed ourselves to become: Great Human Beings disguising ourselves with falsities.
We are truely great, that is why there is only one human race. Each culture with their own uniqueness. How do we get on the road to happiness? I am wishful thinking here, but can someone please take a ride with me to find it? Cant do it alone. Dont want to do it alone.