Yesterday, my mind was covered in layers of soot, slowly seeping into the depths of my inner being.
My soul could only have been described as taken the form of a rose with jagged thorns, absent of petals.
I was not cognizant of the dangers staying idle would bring.
On a daily basis, I made no progress of any kind besides retrogression.
A paradox that was consuming my life as fast as insanity had consumed Captain Ahab.
With no guidance, I was lost--alone.
For I surrounded myself in a culture of ignorance and groups influenced me like a malignant disease.
For I surrounded myself in a culture of ignorance and groups influenced me like a malignant disease.
A dualistic dilemma about right and wrong was a constant battle,
fought on battlefield of my own mind.
Earth spins on its axis at about 1,040 miles per hour, yet I chose idleness.
Yet now, I travel at a greater speed, in an effort to catch up with the world.
To shine brighter than the sun.
To burn hotter than gold particles in a hadron collider.
I've shifted myself from being a man of abstraction to a man of action.
An obsessive autodidact is what I've become.
Nothing can steer me away from the pursuit of knowledge and the fulfillment of my potential.
My heart rages with passion, allowing me to look into the universal abyss known as death.
I'm driven by a motivation to live so meaningfully that The Grim Reaper himself would hesitate to procure my final breath.
Flaws can considered an ubiquitous attribute to whom all of our species possess.
This is what makes us human.
In today's modern world,
the arduous endeavor in creating oneself needs to become more orthodox than outré.
Snakes shed their skin to allow for further growth and remove parasites attached to their old skin.
Just like a snake, I've removed the layer of skin that was made up of blindly followed beliefs, old traditions, and benightedness in order to allow for further growth.
Just like a snake, I've removed the layer of skin that was made up of blindly followed beliefs, old traditions, and benightedness in order to allow for further growth.
By removing old parasites from shed skin, I began to reconstruct myself.
I'm currently confined in a 6 x 8 foot cell; one small window is my only source of light.
I keep on thinking to myself: Who am I? Why am I here?
I write this to unravel these questions in hopes of finding a lucid answer.
The latter of the two would be the easier one to start with.
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