What is the point to all of this? Why are we made to fear what we love and forced to accept what we detest. It is now lucky to follow your dreams. Lucky. I don’t want to be lucky to follow my dreams, I want to know that it was a product of my environment. I want to know that I, as will my child, as will her’s, as will his, will achieve their dreams.

I want to know that my friends and enemies alike succeed. I want to hope and pray for the day were we all go to someplace, and that someone who’s job it is to do whatever we need truly wants to be there, at that job. But I already know as long as there’s golddiggers, lazy people, insecurity and least of all desirable, jealousy, this can never be. As long as we coveat what the next person has, we will never be happy.