Magic in the years after 2014

 January 15th 2014

I cannot say I have given up on my dreams as much as my dreams have given up on me.  (If you read that properly it will make sense - I promise.) My main concern through my life is my struggle.  My capacity for struggling far outweighs anyone else's idea of making choices they will later on regret or not.

 

 

When I look at my own picture it is of some ordinary man in search of his dream.  However, I do not care to emulate what any other man represents as his own.

 

 

The truth is that in your dreams you have found excuses.  The story tellers narrative re; death (if death multiplied and were magnified) uses decrepit isolation, famine, and vagrancy.  That is not my idea of chasing dreams in accordance to such stereotype.  I do not characterize myself in failure.  The one thing I do agree with in death's narrative is my failure in others.  

 

 

The sense of failure is greater than fear driven desires based on greed.  That is 'death's' truth - not mine.  He does not inspire me.

 

 

Failure in others is that I look for, that the same person I look toward with inspiration denies me of a right to penetrate their world.  I call upon myself to reveal how awkward or uncomfortable with my stubborn identity.  In other words I have got use to others failing me.  

 

 

^That is the secret to your own enigma.

 

 

To stand in front of who you thought were your friends, but you change the course of history and over time these dynamics become associated with a certain kind of vengeance.  The same way you thought others saw you was a lie.  So you took it upon yourself to deliver yourself away from it.  I call that liberty in action.

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"Biography lends to death a new terror."

-- Oscar Wilde

I wrote this article after having seen many different faces drawn toward me of people I no longer think of as dilatory - in fact these same people (all have names) no longer matter to me. However, it is on point that I speak of these different people, either former friends who are not equal to me.

So when I see a familiar face, they automatically turn their heads and I see a pattern emerging.

Most of them know about what I have taken to on facebook publishing my own ideas as far as my intellect can be found on here. Many have blocked me from their timelines - which is their right.

The truth is I have worked hard to believe in myself and not be taken for granted. I look at myself in these words and think of it as a skill.

These abstractions are more than just an experiment for me, a laboratory of emotions.

A lot of people that still know me in name only may even be envious but unconsciously block it. That is fine.

But through everything - through it all I have enveloped a fear, and that fear is my secret. I want to be known for my ideas, my thoughts, my words.

And when I see you look at me as if I am weird.

I have never been so proud. That look of trying so hard to insult me.

I fear you not.

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