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So now the fire is set ablaze. The flames are now growing taller in a world which we can't seem to understand. I don't get it, aren't we suppose to liberate these people? Aren't we suppose to help these people from these HORRIBLE dictators? Then, because of one insult, everything in the past 11 years are now flaming out in flag burnings, and rioting. I understand it was just a mockery, and I can say it was well thought out to impose a violent reaction from those targeted. Now we're to believe they're violent? We're supposed to believe that they want us all killed? We're to believe this state of fear because of one person decided to trash a r

It's easy for us to look like an enemy...if we criticize our king. It's easy for us to be questioned and somehow tied to some terrorist that our former king probably formed sometime before our time. It's easy to look like an enemy when you speak your mind, question what's hidden in the shadows, and don't submit to the brainwashing when we're expected to. Where does patriotism fall? If you comply to with whatever is thrown at you? What happen if you see through the lies? If you know the wrong doings of our king's establishment? Would you be considered treasonous? What about today? They change the rules, at the last minute, to prevent the chan

I find it interesting; of all the emotions, I'm drawn to the emotion of sadness...or how ever anyone else interprets it as. It's the one emotion that brings us down. It's the emotion that can sometimes keep us down, due to our own lack of will to move beyond the breakdown. Sorrow is meant for the weak; that's what those egotistical beings will say to make you feel inferior. My question is how could anyone think such a thing? What happens when you're finished crying? When you're finished breaking down? If it's such a weak emotion, why do we feel better after we've cried? The anger flowed with those tears of sorrow. We become happy again, to a

I don't understand this process we go through. What we strive for and what we strive to free ourselves from. It makes sense that life is struggle. That's nothing unfamiliar. I just don't understand why we make our goals hard to achieve because of ourselves. We're always hard on ourselves, doubt ourselves, or have a moment when we just don't care. I don't get it, I remember dreaming where I'd be at the age I'm at now...and I'm far from it. It's my fault, I know I'm to blame. I've forgiven myself...but still, why did I bother going where I fell to? Why did I make it more difficult for myself by making those mistakes? I suppose it was just that

What has become of our society when we've lost respect for one another? Is it because the way we talk? Is it because the way we think? Is it because of the way we express ourselves? Not entirely. My belief is because of what selfishness we've pushed ourselves into. What happened to those random acts of kindness we should commit? We only do so in regards that something more substantial will be returned. But what if it's not? Do we still commit to those acts of kindness? I wouldn't believe so. We've become so disrespectful to one another that we forgot what it means to be a structured society. Of course, I can't generalize society as a whole.

Over the weeks in my isolation, I've been observing the standard we human beings have fallen into. It's rather appalling to see the decline in general curiosity and the dire need to seek out truth from what we've been told to believe. We walk around blindly and selfishly to what our own eyes see; and what our own ears hear. If it's something that's told in our corporate media, we tend to believe it. We block out so much of what knowledge curiosity can bring us, only because we're too busy worrying about bills, about mortgage payments; about how much food we have in the fridge. It seems we've become so distracted to what really is out there t

Over the years I've come to see many things. Over the years, I've come to see a lot of people. Over the years, I've come to know a lot of people. Then again, how can I say I know someone when they're not entirely themselves around me? What is in us that makes someone act the way we see them as? How are we capable of having someone act the way we consider as themselves? How is it possible to see someone be who we want them to be, then all of a sudden an alternative form takes place right before your eyes? What happened to that person who we actually grew close to? What happened to the comfort they gave us when we're around them? Why must some

You know, the more I talk, the more I seem to look stupid. The more I talk, the more I'm ignored. The more I talk, the more I'm told to shut up. I don't understand why I talk to way I do. I don't understand why I act the way I do. I don't know why I can't learn to act like everyone's definition of "normal". Obviously I don't know how to talk. Apparently I don't know how to act. It's clear I'm not what you think "normal" is. Hold it against me, that's alright. This is why I don't speak. This is why I'm too afraid to talk. This is why I don't talk to any of you. I don't know why I'm this socially awkward person chalked up with paranoia of bein

What is in our names? Is it our achievements? Our number of wins? Or is it our failures? Or the scars of our sins? What do we do when we've wronged? Do we choke on what we've done to ourselves? Or do we breath in what we've done FOR ourselves? When we claim we're charitable, do we willingly give because we love to give to others? Or do we expect it to be given back when we want it? When we make mistakes, what then? Do we beat ourselves over the head until we're buried underground? When do we know when it's our time to change? When we're beaten into the ground from the truth of what we've done wrong? Or when we're lying on our backs realizing