It’s been a habit to shout out the brain waves I have in mind. Just to feel that I am human who can use the very faculty that separates us from the animals, my expression of thought. Animals feel happy or get hurt but they could not reason about it the way we know how. I write. Although it’s far from perfection, it helps a lot in making a point in a place no one dares, in times weakened by change, and in a situation where silence is deafening.
I’ve grown and now enjoying the beauty of expression. I am no longer a childish back stabbing piece of meat. My abundance of reason is on whenever an intriguing smiling face utters the stupidest arrogance derived from insecurity. I can voice head on or in writing the sweetest weapon that might kill your dying ego or the deadliest honesty to resurrect it from its death. Like every one of us, I passed the emotional blackmailing stage and try not to use it against anyone who reasons.
My opinion does not matter anyway especially to those with so much insecurity that the only way to save themselves from their discomfiture is to only listen to themselves. I’m no longer a control freak protecting stupid image. Images can be manipulated these days anyways. Hypocrisy is the cheapest tool. Everyone can avail. I can’t do anything about their decision and do not want to spoil their only known happiness. I can only pity them.
But since I’ve grown, I’d like to be responsible. My finger clicking goodness really wants to separate the chaff from the grain. What is chaff? What is grain? And WTF am I going to do with these? These are the questions that I really tried to answer.
WHOA! So much with the four paragraph introduction! How about the realization?
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