Why the World Needs You

My world is bleeding because of the emotional, behavioral, and mental issues that have become commonplace

Why does the world need me?

One can’t force someone to live.

One can’t force someone to be happy, nor force them to be healthy.

Answering your call to adventure is your task.

Some horses do not drink.

Me and life aren’t on talking terms.

I can’t fix it.

Nobody can fix it.

Your flaw in the attempt to fix it is the illusion of a worry free utopia.

Progress indefinitely instead of being fixed and idle of change in an Edenic state.

I like the taste of fruit, so I suppose progression is my state.

Though, My problems are a Hydra, and they are Legion.

Though the sea surrounds the boat, it does not sink it, but holds it up.

Maybe so, but I am one among billions.

My thoughts, Words, and Actions are small moments on a miniscule part of the world stage.

Why does the world need me?

Did the men and women whose names echo through time have lives full of value that the world hungered for?

Did the world need them?

I deny meaning to the world.

Where nothing matters, nothing has meaning.

I walk to thoughts and actions of one who believes that they do not matter.

It's easier to bear a load if it does not exist.

Cloud the view of the consequences of tomorrow.

No, It is wrong. It is very wrong.

You do exist.

You are breathing.

Your heart is beating.

The neurons in your brain are firing.

You are alive, and you exist, and it is a miracle.

Everything is not okay.

Even the most devout optimist will surely face suffering and pain.

The denial of such only puts the manic optimist and the Nihilist guilty of the same charges in the courtroom of reason.

Do not deny what is real.

Don’t divorce your conscience with reality just because of a fight.

To just be happy does not work.

It does not properly integrate the harsh reality.

Yes, justly said.

As a Living Being, you are real.

Your problems are real.

They exist.

Stop waiting for life to be easy.

Do not deny truth, pain, or suffering.

As a victim, someone else put me in these circumstances.

I wish I could be courageous, but I am not in the position to be.

So long as you carry its mask with you, you will always be a victim.

The one with the power to incarcerate holds the same power to free you.

If that power is given to someone outside yourself, then you will remain captive.

You recognize your damning habits by the rotting stench they leave in your conscience.

So It's not just the world that is awful, but I am.

Hell is in being wrong, humiliated, and broken by my own actions.

Give me enough rope and I’ll hang myself. Damn myself.

We are agents to act rather than being objects to be acted upon.

We have as much rope as we are willing to carry.

Habits are what created my dams.

My thoughts, words, and actions are like bricks that I layered one by one.

Thoughts, words, and actions that I made in arrogance, ignorance, and utter stupidity, are all bricks that pave the path to hell.

I made a habit of being an agent of arrogance, ignorance, and stupidity and am justly damned to hell.

The great liberating power of the individual is that you have the power to confront both damnation and hell.

The power to damn oneself is purely one's own

The universe itself cannot make you good without your permission.

What is the purpose of all this?

You have something to learn and experience today, tomorrow, and the next day.

You are part of a higher order. You have a responsibility to something bigger than yourself.

Olympus is calling.

You are alive, thus you do what living things do, which is, fight to stay alive.

Dead things need no Action to continue to be dead.

It is not easy to be a light.

Candles burn out.

The Nihilistic Lens, where nothing matters, is thus a dead one, as it requires no action.

When your life is meaningful, everything you do matters.

The world is in need of you.

Take off your glasses, and put on your cape.

You have a calling in life, or more accurately, the calling of life.

You have a destiny and dreams to realize.

You call me super, but I am a Kent

Swords don’t leave stones

Stones don't kill giants

But you are alive. Dragons exist. The hero is called. The bush has burned.

Transcend and become. The world needs you.