you choose death and company.

From a young age, we're often taught various subjects, "survival of the fittest" and that you have to 'look' a certain way, or 'weigh' a certain amount. Has the technology overload in the past ten years just made us cynical towards perfection?

And why is it that we always feel an urge, or dire need to compete against others? We compete to an empty auditorium, where the lions that arise are simply more words thrown at one another. The crowd is no one but our own.

We cry an empty roar to ourselves.

Our world is nothing more but how we perceive it.. Our head and reality remain two completely different worlds. One with no criticism, and the other with every gesture and boo coming from an overfilled hoorah of on lookers.

I'm speechless in the fact that I still, even though feeling as though I've learned from past mistakes fall back into the company of my woes. When does the hurt and anger turn into happiness and joy? Does getting hurt ever heal? Emotionally.. or physically? We often judge ourselves based on the opinions given to us.. we're called skinny or too slim, we often jump to that as our high mark, or we're called fat, or 'different'.. and we drown ourselves down into pity. Are we insane to think we can be happy with being happy? Or is happy just an excuse for how perfection can never be.. and is perfection really overrated?