Here's Just A Little Ditty I Wrote On One Of Those Days I Apologize For My Grammar, Or Lack Therof, Same Goes For Spelling. Also, Sorry If I Dont Make Any Sense In Some Parts.
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What would you do if one day you woke up and realized that you had no talent, no special "thing" no real defining feature, only differences, however minor, from the thousands of other human cattle; differences which many people seem to think are a reason to kill each other over. Would you just lay down and deny it? Try to think of your talent... Would you go in search of something that you are the best at, no matter how degrading? Or would you just lay down, take a deep breath and die from the realization of how insignificant you are in comparison to our beautiful, yet terminally ill, planet earth, let alone everything beyond. Or would you be a good little human, settle for being the middle man, the average joe, another one of six billion ants scuttling around in a day to day effort to exist. And then, on your deathbed, realize that you have spent your entire life waiting... waiting for something out of the ordinary to happen, something special, and then die of monotony, crushed by the social machine, crushed into a small stone tablet, that can weather the tests of time where you could not, until it too gives in; to the vast, trundling machine that is our universe, crushed into dust to make more tombstones.
But then again, who gets to enjoy your life the most... Why oneself of course! And having something special, an exceptional talent is a way other people get to enjoy your life as well. I mean, who appreciates the inventor of a revolutionary product? The ones who use the product! Who appreciates the basketball player? The fans! Who appreciates the artist? The art connoisseurs! All these people are appreciated through something, whether it be the revolutionary product, skills at a sport, or piece of artwork. And why? Because they have talent, and they use it. So what happens to the average human cattle, who infest our planet like little termites burrowed in a sickly tree. They are born, they grow old, and they die... No second chances, no fancy shmasny afterlife, or eternal party with God, just one short measly chance to exist.
But don't feel bad because of the short chance you get to exist, at least you got more than the rock, or the fire. In the end it is all about how you spend that time, that short, infinitely insignificant, blip of time, not to make a mark only to be washed away by tides of time, but to make the most of being able to walk, being able to talk, being able to breath, hear, taste, see, smell and feel the hell out of the universe. In the end, thats all we really got... right? Just take a step back from all the hubbub of everyday living and really, LIVE everyday living, because, in the end, every day is one more day, and one more chance... right?
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I Am Hoping That Someone Is Willing To Give Some Critcism On This![]()
I'm So Alone Lolz![]()



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