THE WORLD IS DIFFICULT TO CHANGE

It is twenty-one minutes passed the start of a new day and I feel no different than I did twenty-two minutes ago. I expected to embrace a sort of breeze that signalled it was midnight and that it was time to sleep or that it was time to embark the adventures of this new day. I felt no different.

I feel no different than I did today than I did yesterday. I knew I wasn't going to do anything worthwhile in the next twenty-three hours. Heck- I wasn't going to do a single thing, but sleep in the next four hours. I keep believing that I'm going to change the world and make it better, but it's all clear now. I simply can't do that. Nobody can.

For the past year, I thought I could go about and impact thousands of people, but most people aren't interested in my opinions on Socrates' belief in afterlife and Murakami's work of short stories. All I keep hearing are requests for love entries and it's all quite exasperating to write. For the past day, I thought about why it was so hard to impact a mass of people. I have come to a conclusion, you don't.

We are all just little tides trying to break a current or flow with it. There is nobody to blame about how we ended up living in a fiendish ocean of violent waves. I believe that we are al little tides. If we try to impact other waves with our vast array of words and empathy, we just might make a new current. And that is how we go about in changing the world.

I am done with my silly pursuit on being heard. No matter what I do I will keep fighting the current and flow to the shore that I want to arrive in. In the end, nothing else will matter. Nobody will care if you are agnostic or a hater of Aristotle (I know I wasn't fond of him). Heck- nobody will even remember. All I'm saying is that: this is a group effort. One person cannot impact a hundred people all at once and that persistence is key.

This is kind of depressing me, but maybe it's just my inner Holden taking over me again.