I would like to say that when I lay down to sleep, I'm thinking of creating world peace.
I would like to say that I spend more time on solutions than wallowing in confusion.
I would like to say that I study because of a yearning to learn, not to someday out-earn.
I would like to say that I give everyone a chance, never ignore a person after a first glance.
I would like to say that each day I view the world with optimism and shun consumerism.
I would like to say that I never make friends based on how fun they will be on weekends.
I would like to say that I never divert my mind from cruelties imposed on humankind.
But instead I say the truth, the cold truth, less progressive truth, nails on the chalkboard truth.
I admit that I live in a state of confusion, that I wish to have enough money to build myself a bubble safe from intrusion, that cynicism can take over my mind and make me disillusioned, that evolution has not taken me past the point of sometimes desiring cruel retribution.
I proclaim that this mediocre state of being is an aspect of self that I'm fleeing.
That I'm sprinting towards learning about the experiences of other human beings, that I want more than anything to feel my heart beating because of fighting what I believe in.
That I am seeking the truth. The cold, hard, truth.