A Letter To Self

An envious man sacrifices his health and well being for the greater good. He’s naïve – driven solely by the path, it seems, he vows to protect. Headstrong, he fails to see the inevitable – no path leads to the holy grail. And, even one did, and he attains his lifelong dream, will he then feel worthy of its praise?

Raised to survive. To grind and hustle; to work twice as hard for a better life but, how? Education – we’re reminded of its perks, and without it, one become prey to society’s evildoers. The ones who sit at the top, peering down at us with fear in their hearts – don’t you dare take one more step.

Or, what? Seeds of regret, sowed into the fabrics of your veil, sprout as you scream down pillars of hypocrisy. You were taught to do as they say, and not as they do, for you are in no position to question what they claim to be true.

You are, after all, a fool – a finely tuned tool – another stickler for the rule. The man – the trooper, leading the way for those to follow. But, with each stride hangs a great price – a mute vice.

itaniyanu

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