The Spotlight is On

There are times when I wish I could do more than the typical, break its spell and become someone. I wish that my life was more than following a laid-out course, interspersed with waiting for something to happen. I should be making these things happen. I want to become part of an epic, strive for greatness. But what can I do?

The different stars tonight
Will somehow fade the same
And all the tears we cry
Tell us we're made the same
And when we fall aside
Let's hope we fall in place
We built our different lives
But they all break the same

And only tears know how
To remind us we all break the same

-Paul Meany

What I've Done

The most aggravating part of making any decision is not weighing each and every alternative and outcome, but waiting for the ramifications come to fruition, followed by the subconscious uncertainty over the validity and correctness of the choice. Sometimes I wish I could see the future.

I Sound My Babaric Yawp

Why must we be such a civilized race? Why do we have to practice such restraint when emotion tells us to render everything in sight asunder? Why do we feel we must cover up the extremes of expression? Is it for the benefit of the people around us, like they never have felt the same things that tear at our insides? Is it for the creation of an image, a facade of levelheadedness? Why can't we just vent it once in a while without the depreciation of our reputation?

Society, do us a favor and accept the sporadic fumings of frustrated individuals; let us sound off our terrible and heartfelt exclamations, maybe even find it acceptable for us to break something once in a while.