You can have anything you want. That's what everyone says. Anything you want. How often do they mean it, though?
More than anything in my life, I have clung on to my ideals. No, that's inaccurate. I should say I've clung on to my idealism. I've always thought of it as holding on to my innocence, retaining that eight year old child in my head.
I have been called a lot of things for it. Naïve. Childish. Stupid. You just don't know how the world works, they said. No, I know how the world works. I know all too well how it takes any semblance of innocence and systematically wrings it out of you. And it does this obviously at first. It bombards you with this knowledge. With most people, that is enough. They crumble, all too easily.
But if you can weather it, that's when life gets smart. It gets subtle. From corners you'd never expect, it sneaks up on you with a chisel and hammer and politely chips away at you. At those little weak junctions, those keystones.
But I don't want to submit. This one's too close to home. Too much a part of me. You can't take this.
So, to life, and to 'them', I say this: You can have anything you like. Anything. Except this.
More than anything in my life, I have clung on to my ideals. No, that's inaccurate. I should say I've clung on to my idealism. I've always thought of it as holding on to my innocence, retaining that eight year old child in my head.
I have been called a lot of things for it. Naïve. Childish. Stupid. You just don't know how the world works, they said. No, I know how the world works. I know all too well how it takes any semblance of innocence and systematically wrings it out of you. And it does this obviously at first. It bombards you with this knowledge. With most people, that is enough. They crumble, all too easily.
But if you can weather it, that's when life gets smart. It gets subtle. From corners you'd never expect, it sneaks up on you with a chisel and hammer and politely chips away at you. At those little weak junctions, those keystones.
But I don't want to submit. This one's too close to home. Too much a part of me. You can't take this.
So, to life, and to 'them', I say this: You can have anything you like. Anything. Except this.
4 member protest rally:
Finally someone posts something I can relate to.
they won't. as long as you don't get bitter & cynical & exhausted, they won't.
@ Rija.
Glad to hear it.
@ The Native.
I'm getting there. That's what scares me. Slowly, I'm inching towards it.
:)
It's a war against 'supposed to do this'
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Talk, my friend. Now that you've read this section, the urge to speak has increased. I know. It's all right. It happens...
Stop fighting it. Talk.