When you're born, like I, to a fortunate line its vital you make best use of your time guiding the way for the impoverished below, ensuring their well-being and economies grow...
How you ask? What an excellent query! The work is relentless but I remain cheery our goal of saving the uneducated poor is closer than it has ever been before! We've got Bayer for health Monsanto for food solid profitable businesses looking out for you And let's not forget the allseing EarthNow blanketing the sky with live satellite shroud designed for government and large enterprise soon everyone can trust us to be their eyes Yep, We've got you covered! We vet information so there's no danger you'll have inclination to doubt for a minute that we know what's right However, to quell confusion measures must be tight But! When this is over, just wait and see! We will emerge triumphantly A united global community Oh yes, there'll be austerity, For everyday folks not the super wealthy It's a simple case of superiority Don't worry Conditioning has ensured you will love slavery Just don't think too hard Simply listen to me
A candid chat with Bill Gates about his philanthropic exploits and business investments...
I believe there is a certain necessity for persistent re-evaluation of one's self. to allow the psyche to reassess and perceive one's personal growth. are we still exerting energy and resources towards what finds us that betterment upon our inner wealth? this should directly concur with pure candidness; one's ability to balance the acknowledgment of their faults with the appreciation of their prosperity. this aforementioned ideal of persistent re-evaluation corresponds with my argument that complacency is trifling in today's world. though, I mean to mention a prime difference between that of momentary complacency and perpetual complacency. momentary complacency is viable and is, in itself, essential. we must, at times, come to terms and concede for rejoice. perpetual complacency, however, proves to hinder our ability to constructively progress our state of well being. within this argument, my mind wonders to that of this near obsession with improvement and all of the flawed gimmicks that follow. how far can one go? nevertheless, I want to be better. I want to see better. I firmly believe that we could do better.
tell me you're happy, tell me you're truth. my mind, this chasm of thoughts profound and beautiful sounds, leads me to places I've dared not go, but I dare you to know that through it all, I still see you, I still feel you. but it is I that's naive, like a boxer too scared to bleed. it is I that believes that love is all I'm meant to see, but tell me what I truly see. if I'm mistaken, then let me be. and can we learn to make amends and learn to never fear the end, for in the end I'll coincide with knowing that this bitter land is a better land for it was graced by your eyes. stand bold yet pretty. go forth and conquer. your gentle heart and benevolent face can know no bounds, so love out loud. I'll be your believer forever and I'll see you again my cosmic queen.
After deep observation, it was the old mind that spoke first to the young thinker, “Why is it that you periodically pardon yourself from this reality in which we harbor?”
The young thinker, entertained with this interposing notice, introduced his perception of this particular act of reservation and detachment. As such an act of consideration, left restrained is a sense of why.
As he does, the young thinker spoke, “It is upon my fair and conscious decipherment that this reality surely prevails despite my absence. Though my unceremonious naïveté may have coaxed my mind into the notion that the genuine functionality of this existence bids no satisfaction or blossoming in conjunction with my vacancy; I know better than to revel such a thought. From myself, have I withheld the truth of the matter, but no longer shall that be. This pivotal revelation preeminent to reassessing my proper call to reason. Why am I here? May I enduringly unify my will to my why.”
The old mind, bolstered in comprehension and for a moment, rested, understood this why.
be well, bcb
this piece was originally going to be called "the young mind & the long thinker"