It’s a hustle and bustle world out there.

This big mechanism that we call our metropolis has so many moving parts. Some of them move harmoniously, while other beat to their own nonrhythmic drum. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even exist here… as if I’m invisible.

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Unseen by all the others that stream right by me. Their glossy eyes tuned only to the blue-collar frame of things, while I look toward the fuchsia and magenta hues that dreams are made of. There is so much beauty and history held within the bricks of these urban infrastructures, but they choose only to note that it houses the viral mechanics which bellow life into our beloved city. I sit back and watch from the rooftop, at how they scurry to and fro, with no true destination… no true destiny.

So I ask you, dear reader, what’s your destiny? Do you just accept the status quo, or do you rise up and make a difference? Do you accept things the way they are when you know deep down in your heart that it is wrong, very wrong? But what can one person do to make a difference, with the situation seemly stacked against the honest citizen? We know that the only free market is the black market (which never crashes by the way) and the only true form of democracy which can’t be manipulated or cheated is the consensus, so what can we do? We can think, for this is the seed of acting.

Society’s tree is rotten to the roots, and renewal begins when these seeds shed aside by the mighty oak of complacency sprout in creative renewal. See you on the inside… keep thinking!


Photo: Scott Warren [email protected]
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