Some people hold you hostage to their insecurities.
So much potential and self-trust, self-faith, and determination that I’d hate to waste it on pointless positions in life like wage-based salaries and orthodox conformities. Get the fuck out of here. All these weirdos who try to convince me they are happy. Why you want to force me into your ways then, if you are so happy? Look I am going to be king. I need to be cause if I am not I won’t be here. I am great. I want to be.
I might just be paranoid but I feel like that’s what they’d have me believe. I feel like some people I know are schemers. They are one way but they have a secret agenda. I don’t care about what that agenda is, I just like to know how people are up front. They like to keep things secret. I mean its more than obvious that it isn’t a secret if I know about it but it is simply a matter of opportunism.
I’m a fatalist.
I told myself today, that learning is incredible.
Then I thought, knowledge is too valuable.
Then I thought, knowledge is eternal.
That’s when I realized…
Why have the liberties of the Arab people been denied? Shame on oppressors. Shame on all oppressors who steal our dignity and our land.
People want to appear flawless so they can make you appear weak.
i think i struck a note.
the happier i get the more nostalgic i get.
i see family and syrian friends.
i smell culture in the air.
The only other purpose I can come up with other than pursuing our ideal happiness is to seek, understand, and institute justice — justice, being the keyword.
Sex, drugs, vulgarity, honesty, bluntness…why are all of these things taboo? Is there such a thing as too much freedom, or is that fear talking?
I think it is a mixture of fear, insecurity, jealousy, shame and pride.
Some people want to succeed.
Others want to be flawless and make others inferior.
It is a war between equality and insecurity, freedom and tyranny,
triumph and jealousy.