Feeble souls have taken their toll on my conscience. I feel obliged to respond.
We are not birds. We are not in a nest. This is not some psychobabble construed by years of pills and failure to confront abandonment issues. I am not a prophet, nor will I claim to be your savior, your messiah, or your martyr. Simultaneously, I won’t sit here and tell you that we are all the same, that we are all scum, created equal, or worthless. I’m not a movie line, nor a cardboard cut out. It makes sense to me, though, that the majority of the skeptics who have brought themselves here merely take a few seconds to skim across these words in hopes of finding a phrase or a paragraph they can mock and dispel. Because the truth is, the same as we all believe in something (or nothing), we have to withhold some disbelief, because if we didn’t then faith would be nothing more than a fleeting wretch…oh wait…it already fucking is.
The Age of the Fall is a generation of middle of the road motherfuckers with a chip on our shoulder. Our army outnumbers any the world has ever seen. We all have different pasts, and if there is no action now, we will all end up with the same stagnant, dire future. Blame capitalism. Blame democracy. Or even blame your mother and father. I don’t give a fuck. But when you wake up tomorrow and your breakfast tastes like shit, and your entire day is spent wondering who you could fuck or kill, remember that self-worth is often overlooked or ignored. If you haven’t already, ask yourself, “Is this where I want to be; is this who I want to be?” When you get a real answer from your conditioned-to-avoid brain, come back and tell me how you feel. No, really. Come back; tear down your own preconceptions and remove your fashionable fucking labels. Now figure out what side of the line you are on. There is no right answer. No wrong answer. Just a way back in, or the way out.