Fate
| He who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past. Fate. Its a funny thing. Some feel like we cant influence it, that all of our actions are pre-determined and cannot change. Others that fate is an outdated concept, that we are the only ones in control of our fate and destiny. Recent events have shown the latter to be untrue. Life it seems has a cruel sense of humor. The saying goes that a watched pot never boils. A future longed for will not come to pass. Probability is a bitch. The odds that something catastrophic will happen are next to nothing for the average carbon based life form, yet all we can do is dwell on the chance something could happen. However, focusing on the what ifs and could happen will blind you to the truth that is in front of you; the best place for something to hide, is in plain sight. Fate knows about the rope-a-dope, dont give everything you have in the first 10 rounds. We sit and wonder about the days events. Will Bill call me after our date? Should I put my 401k into this company? Will Anna Nicole Smith ever get a clue? The wonder and hope we all have for the future is counterproductive. Screw going to the game, my team would probably lose anyway. Why bother calling about that new job, they would just shoot me down anyway. I hope she calls tonight, but I know that she wont. Probability. A..'chungaidh leighis is goirte, ..'Si is moth..'tha deaneamh feum. We are a generation of cynics and pessimists, with no cause to fight for. We only have the will to fight, to rage against the dying of the light. The problem for many is that the light left long ago. All we have left is the afterglow, the small remains of what was once pure. Many do not even have that; they are born in darkness and must claw and scratch to claim their birthright. A birthright that has been squandered long before they were conceived. Force-fed the stream of sitcoms, news, infomercials, celebrity boxing; we are losing our very minds. Not to madness or disease, but the draining of our free will and choice. We are all given 2 gifts, that of free will and intelligence. There are those that seek to render your soul like so much fat from a Pig. Fighting only gives them more strength, for it is your attention they crave. You vote with your remote control. A revolution is coming, a revolution of the mind, body and soul. The fury is growing, seething, feeding upon so much pent up rage, anger and the urge to destroy. The change will be violent, horrible, and yet beautiful at the same time. We will break free of the coils, which bind us to confront the dark master, and we will win. Victory or death. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Does this all have a meaning, a point? Of course it does, but it will not show itself without a little coaxing. Language is what holds us together, flavours our minds and spirits. Use what so many are trying to steal from you, your mind and will. Otherwise we shall prove the man from the circus right. Wrap your mind around that one. |
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