It's Okay To Be Cliche Today

It's okay to be cliche today "Is it just me?" No. It's never just you.
Anything you might think someone else has already thought. Originality is weakened but we still mix up odd concoctions of the things we find to ring true. Billions of bell towers all chiming at once, making a muddled melody of mannerism and characteristics. If you listen, and listen closely, even the tunes that sound the same differ. Mostly as a whole all our minds sound similar. Our spectrum of emotions are on the same wavelength frequently, but our inner voices speak in different frequencies. Every unspoken idea, like a dog whistle, no man can hear, combined with subtleties become me. Just one me. Even if you completely agree you still only see with your personality. I guess it works out. Being different and the same. It turns the human race into some kind of a game, like a search and find puzzle where we're all looking for each other. No one is keeping score because it isn't win or lose. In this particular game you make your own set of rules, so here we all are. Playing with different mindsets and it is always game day. Do any of you think this is true or Is it just me? Security by Hunter S Thompson Security what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut? Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure,
accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes? Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the nowfamiliar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences. As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed? Hunter S. Thompson age 17, 1955
What If... what if I'm lost? what if I never want to be found? what if the world turns me away and never turns me around? what if I cry like a child who by the world is denied? what if I'm too tired to fend for myself
so I always just step aside? what if the pages off my heart are blank like a book that's never been read? what if I sliced and stabbed and cut until my death I bled? what if I stare into my future and realize I haven't got much? and what if I'm taken away by a man who wants me because I'm soft to the touch? what if I just want to die? into the depths be thrown? what if I want to be in the dark, venture through the black on my own? there are many what-ifs that one could ask as the stars draw their fates in the sky. and there's many a girl who's been out on her own who decided to end things and Die
R. D. Blackmore (1825 - 1900) Dominus Illuminatio Mea In the hour of death, after this lifes whim, When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim, And pain has exhausted every limb The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him. When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim, And the mind can only disgrace its fame, And a man is uncertain of his own name The power of the Lord shall fill this frame. When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed, And the widow and child forsake the dead The angel of the Lord shall lift this head. For even the purest delight may pall, And power must fail, and the pride must fall, And the love of the dearest friends grow small But the glory of the Lord is all in all.

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It's okay to be cliche today "Is it just me?" No. It's never just you.

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