I'd like to think that the world is shapeless. I'd like to say that we choose our own destiny. However, the older I get, the closer I get to an awful truth. And that is that no matter how the natural order of things goes man will always a way to break apart from its pattern. I couldn't say it was instinct because modern day education and values has taught most of mankind to think without instinct. And what are we without instinct? What are we if we can't make our own decisions when we need them most? We are limited. We are nothing. We are a bad taste in your mouth. So spit us out. If I can't become what I was born to be, I'd rather die now. I understand that we all may not make it to our destination but, if we can't live our lives freely and happily because of an unnatural force shouting "you can't!" then where do we stand?
