These are the words he spoke to himself every morning when he stared at his reflection in the mirror, searching his soul for a specific reason as to why he lived and endured this treacherous world that, for some reason, came so easy to so many others. Maybe his sufficient ability to see the truth when everyone else was blind was a curse. Maybe that is the reason he wakes up and gasps for air, realizing that until our selfish inhibitions are put to rest, that this world will never know what it is like to be authentic, to be genuine, to be dependable, to be legitimately original, trustworthy, or true. Indeed, he is not the only one out there to think this way, but the masses have been taken over by chameleons, changing every minute to blend in. Their lack of honesty and self-awareness makes him think a revolution is out of the question. But, one day, he will find a like soul, one that gets the struggle he doesn't need to solve, but yearns to settle, and in that moment, maybe just a tiny glimpse of the little hope left will bring a new life, not weary or worrisome, but abundant with beating hearts, pumping and pounding to understand the weight of the world.
-DD
