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What will you do now? Your education, many of your peers, your society on the whole has prepared you for this. What will your parents think of you if you did not pull up to their house in your oversized sports utility vehicle in ten years? Will they consider you a failure if you opt for an ivory coloured picket fence, instead of a white one? In spite of all of this, your mind continues to reject the mediocrity of the American dream. If something is so easily attained (there are over 10,000 homes in my neighbourhood alone) that “dream” that is American is appearing more like a reality. Yet, we make it seem like owning some glorified hearse (for all of those kids that you do not have) and driving an hour and a half to reach your suburban paradise is the most arduous task that we could ever achieved. How ironic is it then that the very people for whom this composition was intended have the painful pleasure of being fruits of the American dream achieved. Just how ironic is it, that my peers who live in those suburban paradises (myself included) and drive those insane large automobiles (like myself) may be the ones who have the largest disdain for it?
Many of us, meaning the generation that exist as a result of our parents, are currently on destinations without journeys. That is to say, that we are completely aware as to where we may want to go but have no earthly idea as to how we will get there. Unlike the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, our objectives are invisible and out of our current reach. Much like a belief in a deity or the thing called love, we cannot deny their physical intangibility yet we strongly believe in them anyway. Our fate then, is only governed by something perhaps even more intangible and uncontrollable than the aforementioned - our faith. On the road of practicality and convention, the road is pristine and filled with light and clear paths, for many people have taken the journey before you. The road of uncertainty is denied such luxuries. Few people venture unto this road and because of this the lights are beginning to fade away, the neglected road has become jagged and tumultuous; the fog is dense and deeply affects your visibility.
Those who are brave enough to undertake the challenges that are presented on the journey of uncertainty often face the daunting task of going about it alone, because everyone else around them are on the road of practicality where it is safe and certain. It is this journey that I hope to make slightly easier with this composition. Many of you whose eyes will beset this composition have already begun the journey through the sand and the fog or intend to do so in the future. I am not here to make it easier because that is impossible, nor am I here to tell you that it will be worth it, because it very well may not be. What I am doing is offering my hand in assistance; that we may travel this road together. That you may gaze upon this road, seeing all of the dangers and adventures that lie ahead, yet find solace that there is someone next you. That myself and others may be the proverbial footprints in the sand, not to carry you should you fall, but to remind you that we walk next to you in spirit. To many of you who may read this composition, our eyes may never meet and our voices never heard, the only thing I can offer to you then is my spirit intertwined within these words.
Essentially what I present to you my peers, my enemies, my friends and loved ones is a challenge. A challenge that requires you challenge not only our society and all of its conventional wisdom - but yourself; to realize and achieve the full extension of your limits and to exhaust your human potential. I am challenging you to become giants among men and women, to create the Picasso’s, Einstein’s, Shakespeare’s and Rockefeller’s of the futures and that like them we will forever be remembered in for our place in history. For the past three years, I have had dreams and intentions of changing the very world that we all reside in. With every passing day, I work to bring this dream, no matter how impossible it may seem into fruition. I realized some time ago that this is not something I have the capacity to complete such a task by myself; it is finally that I find the proper words to ask for your help. Few people attempt to change the world, and an even a fewer number has actually succeed. Roughly ten people may read this composition intimately and over a thousand publicly: a mere thousand among 6.6 billion people that exist on this planet, out of that thousand, a number much lesser than that will actually accept this challenge.
Why continue to suppress the very things that make you human? Your ego, libido, and instincts are all there for a very good reason, yet, we expend a great deal of energy making sure that everything that our unconscious drives produce is shoved to the deepest regions of our brain. In order to change the world, the change must begin in ourselves. For reasons that dominate my intelligence, we seem to possess this idea change is the work of a dark force; that by changing such a thing as your countenance (for example) is a vain attempt to alter your genetic predisposition. The phrase, “You cannot change who you are…” is lethargic for, “There are various facets of my personality that I would love to change, but I am afraid it would take far too much effort.” Such thinking (or lack thereof in this case) makes it easier to understand why many of us choose the road most frequently traveled, after all, why should I learn how to fish when I could just obtain some from the supermarket? Why should I think for myself, when society will gladly think for me? Sadly, they may have a point.
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