Our Highway To Hell; Lost Values
Posted in Journal on August 4th, 2002Tonight I feel an emptiness in my soul like no other. It clings to my soul like a new born child would its mother, and leaves me fatigued and drained. My morals corrupted, my dreams and trust with people shattered, and every last drop of innocence I once possessed stolen from me. How are you suppose to wake up and greet the day with an optimistic point-of-view when this is the state of your life? Your soul? Your mind? Your heart?
What the hell is it to be normal anyways? The world is spinning in chaos, world leaders play rush and Russian rollet, the majority of children and young adults in this generation could give two shits about anything anymore, and are more concerned with the drugs and alcohol. So long as you have weed, cigarettes, some coke, ecstasy, and other party essentials your cool. Your down with the crew. Your a amigo. Compadre. But they don’t want nothing to do with the clean and sober. No. No. Fuck that. What the fuck is it to be sober, and why would you want to be I wager most of them wonder. So content to fucking live their lives in a drug induced dream of reality, illusions, and false lies they corrupt themselves with. I’ve too much pain they say. I’ve too much guilt inside they say. I just need to relax, unwind, and take a break from it all. How pathetic. Absolutely, totally, fucking pathetic. Why can’t they just admit that they’re afraid, disappointed, lost, hurt, and bruised on the inside like everyone else? They’re not the only ones seeing a fucked up world, but they sure in the hell aren’t helping by being lost within some drug induced daze! Just another life of potential wasted. A vagabond wandering aimlessly. And you know what? I’m sick of it, and all the bullshit associated with it.
People died for our freedom. For what freedom exactly? The freedom to disrupt and usurp the very freedoms, morals, and traditions that rooted us as a Nation to begin with? Where is the sense of loyalty? Where is the sense of honor? The feeling of brotherhood? Where is the trust in our government? How can we stand by and teach our child all the good human morals and to value life, and then so blatantly act against those very teachings, and still expect them to retain such good integrity in what is right when the very definition of what is right is obscured by the actions we play out everyday of our lives. This isn’t the freedom our loved ones died for. It simply cannot be. What has happened to the country that was suppose to change the world, for the better, and lead by example? Where is that country that tells the truth, so help them God, and stands with their head held up because they spoke the truth regardless of what repercussions it may have in the world? Perhaps we are near the end of life as we know it. Perhaps that’s not such a terrible thing after all.
Broken homes, lost traditions, drugs, and anarchy freedom pave the road straight to hell, and we’re all looking at it straight in the eye. Yet, not one soul is moving forth to radically change it all. Have but a dream, believe in that dream, and put action into that dream and one day you can make it a reality. We’re dreaming the wrong dreams everyone. When are you going to wake up and realize all you need is love. Love. That is ALL you truly ever need. Stop corrupting it. Stop being selfish about it. Stop being insecure about it. Just love for the sake of loving and knowing that someone will love you back in one way or another. How tragedy my misery must be fueled by the misery that festers in this world. Perhaps sleep will offer a better experience.
