• The anger I feel is one of sadness, that the people who I see failing, are a part of my world.
    The people who see me, see but my anger. But I am not so angry, as I am disappointed. The world rejects me, it always has and probably always will. I love my world, and as my world hates me I still want the best for it. It fails to realize it's own folly, that the world itself is the problem, not the people within it. Blaming people, solves nothing, nor does blaming the world, but the answer I am calling for is not to blame, it is to resolve. The world, it fears change, and I understand that all too well. The past is not the present, and beginnings only adhere for a time. So if the past is what binds the world, then let the world see it's past, and then answer it with the present. The world, is not the only existence of it's kind. Games and Worlds, they have something in common, they are a reality unto themselves. But even so, games are not real, and they create a world, and that world, it creates deception. Just as real lies are prison bars, so to are the lies made within the world's heart.