The ramblings of a madman searching for meaning.

Those, whose eyes shine the most, have seen the most horrors. Those who laugh the loudest have felt the most pain. Those who have shown the most compassion have felt the most cruelty. Those who have shown the most loyalty have felt the most betrayal. Those who have shown the most generosity have seen the most greed. And those who have the most honesty have been lied to the most. This is the world as I know it and it hasn't changed much. It has been the forge for my soul to craft itself into an iron weapon of ‘doing-what-I-think-may-be-right’ but it hasn't allowed me the chance to see the weapon I was making of myself, and how much anger had been put into me as a result.
When I said what I said at the beginning, it was true. We are often hit by the most of our opposite attribute. Mine just so happened to be an internal superiority complex that has driven me to believe that I had to outdo my parents in every way possible. Be it in finances, impact, or anything else I could think of. This has led me to believe that in order to be able to look back on my life and say I was successful; I would have to deny my truest self.
This is something that I must change.
It is nothing but a naive notion that the next generation must overtake the next. How can we when we ourselves do not know our own souls?
And for the longest time I believed I had the answer to my life. I was wrong.
I believed that what must happen is that everyone should have a cause for their life to follow, but what is the point of living if we are so ready to die for our beliefs? And what is the point of change if we can’t accept that some things we believe are wrong?
But I’m rambling, and I shouldn't be at this point, at this point I should have something uplifting to say that helps people find their way. Helps them find a way to be true to their inner selves.
Well, I got news for you; none of us have got a single clue as to how to answer that. Anyone who tries to say otherwise is either lying to you or is an arrogant, stuck-up prick like I was (and still kind of am).
So I guess what I really mean to say is this:
I first saw my life in color,
In shades of green, blue, and red.
And as my life progressed,
I believed this was what my life was to be.
I saw my innocence ripped away,
By cruelty, lies, and hate.
And thought that it was the forge,
The forge that would craft me.
But I was wrong to believe
That Life was the forger’s hands.
And that I am in charge of my soul,
And can craft it in any way I can.
I first saw my soul as a piece of ore.
A blank slate on which Life would work.
And as time dragged by,
I only saw the flames of the forge, and thought it to be my light.
But I now see something new.
Something that must spread.
We are our own pillars of light!
We could see it only if we use our head.
(The fist part is a quote, but i don't remember who said it, i am crediting whoever said it though)