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I'm losing so much sleep, am I really who I think I should be? Or am I just dissembling? I don't know if I'll keep myself in line, to feign consistency and good conscience. Civilized and proper, through these eyes nothing has changed. The Holy Grail, the alpha male. Our instincts are embraced by structures, institutions that all thrive on cutthroat communication, self-interested dialogue, tearing apart our culture by the seams. Civilized and proper, until you name your offer. Civilized and proper, conditioned by our fathers. With everything that's in our heads, we are reacting to this place (It takes time to get ourselves over it). It's imposing its boundaries on everything, including who we are. Deceiving myself, it always was a skill. It's been useful so far, believing in it was always the hard part. What of those aspirations and all of the phases that were tantamount to wishful thinking. They were nothing but status, entrenched as a habit. It dominates society. Remembering when I was at the dinner table, bringing up these new-found future goals. Interrupted I heard "You're civilized and proper, You'd really make a great doctor".

Descending from the sky, he's draped in sequins. You saw that glimmer in his eyes and you believed him. Your mystic, Your wishes were granted in one fell swoop. He spoke one word, your pain was gone. Is this another world that you inhabit? One that I have never noticed, or perhaps never imagined? I know the difficulty. Abandoning all hope would be too tragic especially since you've invested your entire life and passion provides cathartic release. Well, all of that incessant shouting amounts to nothing but a puffing of the chest, and the words you communicate are worthless aphorisms that demonstrate your self-inflicted intellectual neglect. Hey, I was once that vulnerable. I never caved in, I never caved in. I reached a point where I finally had to decide, between tradition and knowledge. (We're safe and sound inside this place. Don’t break, don't ever let them come in). And it's like an heirloom passed on to the most reckless hands, a custom that's never broken but irrelevant. These words are never spoken but now it must be said, after this generation, these rituals are dead.

Tragedy of the Commons
It's a culture-bound phenomenon
To prove one's worth above the others
A dog-eat-dog world, run for cover

Where do you stand?
Where do you fit in the grand scheme of things?
How do you find, your own piece of mind?