Sometime in the past, the younger more optimistic version of myself had that fire in the belly that drove me to dream and to conquer the world. But now...
The fire is still going, but I think I need some gasoline. I'm realizing the more seasoned I get; the more jaded I get. I hate the fact that I've become the stereotypical jaded post-college graduate. AND, the fact that I'm even writing about this jaded state of mind just adds to the snafu. Irony was/is never far from my side.
On top of the aforementioned conflict, the "ideals" of being antisocial, being apolitical, and being a-everything has crept into my demeanor. Apathy just can't wait to be king.
BUT, as mentioned earlier the fire hasn't died. I know that apathy begets slothfulness, and slothfulness begets decline. Steady, but surely there will be decline.
Someone once told me that if you're not moving forward, you're moving backward. I liked to think I'm stuck. Kidding aside, I know this is an uphill battle that I cannot let myself lose. But how do I keep moving if I can't even see the proverbial light at the end of this proverbial tunnel?
The poem "Footprints."
Somehow, some way, we all need to stand on our own two feet and keep walking. But we must NEVER forget...Footprints.
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