Shared Ideas

Original draft

Born in the land of paradox, of irony, an area reigned by its consequential collusion. Location has never been truly relevant to the perpetual essence of my soul. Location has only been territorial, conceptual just as the conditioned knowledge I was raised to recognize and maintain. My life has been basically routinary and dependent to what mankind believes to be stationarily correct; morals and ethics, social values and human concerns. It is a quirky fact how life entangles us to manage our lives accordingly, mimicking the foundations of our surrounding race, fake and yet necessary. We are entwined to the past and tethered to the present; we base it all in retrospect to construct the future. We gaze upon an imminent death, struggling to survive with no purpose, no meaning and no reason. I refused to settle amongst a limited existence; never should I surrender to the feeble perspectives that we so desperately rely on.

Final draft

Inevitably born in the land of paradox and irony. An area reigned by its own conspiracy. Location has never been truly relevant to the perpetual essence of my soul. Location has only been territorial and conceptual, parallel to the preconceived knowledge I was forced to learn and maintain. In consequence, my life has become routinary to fit the “correct” mold of mankind. Life entangles us with morals and ethics, social values and human concerns that mimic the foundations of our surrounding race; sometimes fake, yet necessary. We are tied to the past, and trapped by the future. We gaze upon an inminent death, struggling to survive without purpose. I refuse to live within a limited existence. I won’t surrender to the feeble perspectives that we so desperately rely on.

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