Post by drake on Nov 30, 2005 18:32:52 GMT -5
The philosopher writes back. The philosopher is writing at a more advance level know. He is using words that rarely are used. It sounds as if it’s a accused victim. This is part six.
Drake,
You will learn. We must go on…
When you’re a child, people tell you a lot of things. You grow older. As every day and year comes by, you have to make your own observations. You need to judge for yourself. People lie to you. When you recognize it; the number of people lying to you is truly amazing. There are times when the most observant kids start to wonder whether or not the sky really is blue, or whether it’s just another lie.
You watch those who are more intelligent wonder why they even bother lying to you; why they even bother getting to the topics they could easily avoid. You then realize they are trapped, trapped in their own delusions. They actually believe that you believe what’s being said, and they believe that they are comforting you. They don’t believe that you will be looking at them later on, wondering why you were screwed over by so much by people who acted like the care. Some do care. The caring also lie.
People tell you that everything always turns out okay, but it never turns out okay. Soon you will be trapped in you own illusions. You think things can’t get any worse. Then you soon realize it can get worse. A lot worse. You’re staring hopelessly at those who promised to help you. Crying while they happily ignored you. If you are told you are smart, wise, or intelligent, you will make something of yourself. You will really become somebody important. Nobody has ever thought to tell you that becoming somebody meant you have to do something good.
Lies hurt, they sting. The lies that sting the most are when people say they care, when they really don’t. People lie to look good. People lie to look responsible. Broken promises also hurt a lot, especially if the promises are for your own protection. You see a world, and you see yourself. You see the differences and you see the delusions everybody else seems fixated upon. You stand. You brush away your tears with a heavy arm; you think you’re too big to cry. You want to scream and grab at those who are around you, but they seem to be living in La-La Land. They thing you exaggerate and say “of course, dear.” You aren’t exaggerating.
You scream and stomp your foot on the ground. You cry. Nobody comes. You’re alone in the world. While you break, everybody else stands and lives in bliss. They are all in their fairy tale land. The world isn’t a fairy tale. Things go wrong. Bad things happen. That’s life. You have no authority, no power. You can’t stand and speak. You have no support. You’re alone. Alone with those who have hurt you. A few care. Most act. You are nobody.
You’re only sixteen years old.
You want power. You want significance. You want to be known. You want revenge. You want justice. Nobody ever gives you what you truly and deeply want.
Child, you are told many things. Many of them are lies. Your mother Atlanta and your father Jakob loved you dearly. They both sacrificed themselves to see thy kingdom live on. Mainly to let you live. They died a year after your birth on June 2nd, 1989. Fifthteen years after their death on June 2nd, 1990, you are living into 2005.
Thy kingdom’s ruler was Jakob. You are heir. You disappeared.
Aaitnslt awaits. Awaits your return…
Until next time,
DklmreaeaFml
Drake,
You will learn. We must go on…
When you’re a child, people tell you a lot of things. You grow older. As every day and year comes by, you have to make your own observations. You need to judge for yourself. People lie to you. When you recognize it; the number of people lying to you is truly amazing. There are times when the most observant kids start to wonder whether or not the sky really is blue, or whether it’s just another lie.
You watch those who are more intelligent wonder why they even bother lying to you; why they even bother getting to the topics they could easily avoid. You then realize they are trapped, trapped in their own delusions. They actually believe that you believe what’s being said, and they believe that they are comforting you. They don’t believe that you will be looking at them later on, wondering why you were screwed over by so much by people who acted like the care. Some do care. The caring also lie.
People tell you that everything always turns out okay, but it never turns out okay. Soon you will be trapped in you own illusions. You think things can’t get any worse. Then you soon realize it can get worse. A lot worse. You’re staring hopelessly at those who promised to help you. Crying while they happily ignored you. If you are told you are smart, wise, or intelligent, you will make something of yourself. You will really become somebody important. Nobody has ever thought to tell you that becoming somebody meant you have to do something good.
Lies hurt, they sting. The lies that sting the most are when people say they care, when they really don’t. People lie to look good. People lie to look responsible. Broken promises also hurt a lot, especially if the promises are for your own protection. You see a world, and you see yourself. You see the differences and you see the delusions everybody else seems fixated upon. You stand. You brush away your tears with a heavy arm; you think you’re too big to cry. You want to scream and grab at those who are around you, but they seem to be living in La-La Land. They thing you exaggerate and say “of course, dear.” You aren’t exaggerating.
You scream and stomp your foot on the ground. You cry. Nobody comes. You’re alone in the world. While you break, everybody else stands and lives in bliss. They are all in their fairy tale land. The world isn’t a fairy tale. Things go wrong. Bad things happen. That’s life. You have no authority, no power. You can’t stand and speak. You have no support. You’re alone. Alone with those who have hurt you. A few care. Most act. You are nobody.
You’re only sixteen years old.
You want power. You want significance. You want to be known. You want revenge. You want justice. Nobody ever gives you what you truly and deeply want.
Child, you are told many things. Many of them are lies. Your mother Atlanta and your father Jakob loved you dearly. They both sacrificed themselves to see thy kingdom live on. Mainly to let you live. They died a year after your birth on June 2nd, 1989. Fifthteen years after their death on June 2nd, 1990, you are living into 2005.
Thy kingdom’s ruler was Jakob. You are heir. You disappeared.
Aaitnslt awaits. Awaits your return…
Until next time,
DklmreaeaFml