To Push

Why do people push you so, then only to look on in shock and awe when you bite

Perhaps like the rabid dog I too should be put down

Maybe then everything will be okay

 

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Protect

How many people would you really fight to protect?

Is theremany would you avenge if they had been wronged?

Two, that is how many in my life thus far, only two.

One was family, the other… a lost cause.

What’s your number?

Walking with a limp

“If you walk with the meek you’ll develop a limp.”

An intersting quote.

We are told to help those less fortunate and help pull them up, yet at what cost to ourselves though, that is the question.

Our history has been that of ‘survival of the fittest’, some would call it the law of nature, wound’t you?

Many are selective in who they help, they want to give so long as it doesn’t impact them, as such what are we to do… Help any and all regardless of the sacrifice we must make or pick and choose who we help based on what best suits us?

Many will say the former when in truth the do the latter, remember that.

Thrive

There are things that make up tick

That make us plod along

Then there are the things that make us thrive

To know them

Truthfully

Might surprise and scare you

Conflict is what makes me thrive, I know not why

I just know I don’t feel more alive than in those moments where it’s all on the line

The elation of what makes us thrive

It’s addictive and thus we seek it

Be it good, bad or indifferent

We need it

Like a drug, it calls to us.

What are we to do?

Deny our needs and very nature to conform, to become one of the meek

Or do we just given in to it, to the desire

Perplexing

Isn’t it.