“Everyone is equal but some are more equal than others.” – George Orwell
There are things that make up tick
That make us plod along
Then there are the things that make us thrive
To know them
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