In my time, considering I am, a petty individual, that too which I expect a great deal of from myself. I suppose this is the fledgling part of my personality, to which my inner thoughts have a great deal of moral disregard toward. In so much of an undying wish, it seems less trivial to me - how little next to who I want to be - actually is or not. I'm not speaking in terms of power or monetary measure. What I am inferring is the value I place, as inadequate as, I make-believe it to be. Perhaps, my only solace in life are, in fact, the true colours which penetrate my belief's. Therefore, there is nothing nothing can hide from myself, but, in truth - I find so much false - not in my own beliefs, but in the honesty of others.
When I put myself in another person's shoes, I immediately feel the consequences of those, which rather deviate from the norm in their own form of existence.
It is through this 'talent' I acquire almost everything I possibly know, because, only because, I am - a individual of high ethical standards toward no particular end in motive. I've always had the habit of encountering a steadfast look into the future, without being aware of a consequence whether right or wrong, good or bad, my impervious nature would always materialize in regulating itself. It is that sense of illustrating myself, in emotional antiquity, which pursues a dynamic within that order of empirical freedom. Perhaps, it is this same reason, my universal self, has settled for the beauty in my suffering of a rational sadness in the universe's. (I have given this much thought, obviously.)
It is, however, that I am in a reversal of decay - be it morally - or otherwise spiritual. I realize, I have the voice to carry my investigation outwardly, onto, a morbid - less morbid - influence from those fundamentally poisoning of thought, autonomy, into - an inward direction - where the transformation is holistic in its divinity.
Who - the truth be told - am I.
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