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The Resolution Charade Parade

whilst evidence shows that by feb. 1 most of the optimistic individuals who have swore an oath to themselves as well as all those around them that “come the first of the year, i am gonna change things,” will in fact, put a halt to whatever seemingly lofty ideas they had, that doesn’t mean that they never had them at all. what it does mean is that people had good ideas to better themselves, if for only a moment, it means that people believed in their own will to change (and you know as well as this writer does that the will to change is a major first step, regardless of when & if change actually occurs---you need to WANT to make your own life better) & why so many come down on these individuals as the first of feb. rears its head (as if they’d been preying on them the whole time in the desert, watching them slowly dehydrate from afar), should be a cruel mystery to us all. are not dreams to change things, which inevitably may not be fulfilled, better than lethargy, submission & ultimately self-hatred (which can lead to destruction of the self or others)? what vast amount of malicious audacity it must take to assert oneself otherwise in this world--- to walk amidst the rest of us with such a disgusting, self-righteous nature, in which one things that they are somehow more than human, somehow, better than the rest of us. in the charade parade (be it the first of a new year or smack dab in the middle of a present one), such a person reigns supreme, until the day someone’s dream finally comes true, until the day someone becomes strong, their will now invincible & they remember those that were there kicking them when they were down saying that they’d never follow through with anything--- ah, payback is a *****, isn’t it?

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