If the world was a dead poet's society would we get along better, or less? If we were mindless greedy animals who craved submission and conformity to the ways in which we saw fit, would anything be worthy in life? What if we have lost the ways in which we are supposed to think, and have lost the ways in which we are supposed to interpret this world through words and emotions of moments where only those with a greater appreciation of the world can understand that none of us are different. All of us are simply the same, simple less or more evolved then the last. If we are individuals deemed to living an unknown life because that is the way in which it was meant for us to understand the world, then so be it. In the end we can trust no one to be by our side when the darkness ascends, we will have no aid at the end of the day, only what you have accomplished and everything that you have learned in the end. In the end, people leave, we learn, and our worth in a world of little value increases with every stride taken for a new. Can interpretation of emotions and dark moments be only comprehensible through thought process and words that make us feel more comfortable with the moment, maybe. Are we more comfortable with the darkness that follows us everywhere because we call it our shadow, maybe. What is the point in all of this gibberish I type before you today, I have no idea. All I can tell you is that perspective and interpretation, time especially, are valuable things, at least to me. Words guide me and keep me from falling in a world so torn apart it cannot even comprehend that it is tumbling to pieces. Yet, I am grateful for the little things in between of value that make the dark world turn to the sun again. I am grateful for the souls in this world who get what all of this "non-sense" is really about. If you know who you are, you are probably wrong. If you get what I'm saying, then you know who you are.