5 January 2013
My values and plans themselves do not scare me. No, what scares me is that they are exactly what is expected out of me. It was the plan from the start, exactly what the gurus who built this country had in mind. What scares me is that those ideals were so unquestionably instilled in me, needing no explanation, just there. Who are we? Are we nothing but the feeble products of the world, or is there still hope that choices can be distinguished whence they were not known to exist? The stretch of my young and impressionable mind isn't sharp enough to sever the iron ties that lead us onward.
Who Are We? • Opuss № I