Dear America,

I am not sure what today means to you anymore. I am not saying today is not important to you, because I know it is. What I means is I am not sure what we’ve done here.

I think they call this human nature but it amazes me how simple it is to complicate the easiest things. We fall off somehow. We give way to distraction, which is hardly real and often imaginary.
We mistake want for needs and need for wants. We think too much. That’s right.
We think too much—and what do people suggest to help us?

Try not to think so much.
Really?

Is it that simple?

Sometimes .  . .

It’s hard to get up in the morning.
it’s not that we’re sleepy so much
No . . .
it’s just, pointless
am I right?

Hold on to your own enthusiasm folks because rest assured, not everyone shares the same thing and not everyone is interested.
There are all types of different people out there.
Believe me on this one.

When I was young, I swore I would never grow old.
I made a promise to myself that I would never be like them.
I said this with an emphasis on the word, “Them:” to define my contempt.

I never wanted to grow old or forget myself.
I never wanted to be lost in the land of status whores
Or lost to my own contempt or lost to my resentment as a result of my insecurity. I swore, I wanted to be strong, if not stronger.