icarus

i woke up this morning feeling like a martyr in myself revolutionary ideals. i felt no depression, only a pulsing headache as i questioned the enigma that is the apparatus of a life others have made for me before i was even able to pick between one or the other. Funny how the choice’s of rebelling against these such things only feel more like what everyone else has failed to do. is there really any way of civil disobedience that as of today can be implemented? Wondering this within myself, I only can wish i was on Wall street adding to the numbers of a new generation that doesn’t want to live as another mans dog.

I’ve never been for capitalism, I’ve tried myself to understand how a government could only be aid for its people that it was formed for; sadly nothing comes close to me except my own beliefs of socialism. A way of life that was designed to help the world become a new Eden in ways. I don’t know very many people who wouldn’t wish to see their family prosper rather than others, yet what society refuses to realize is that we have all sprung out from a tree larger than ourselves that genetically ties use to millions of people we have never even met. If only we all kept that love about us to everyone on earth that we had as infants then we wouldn’t allow our children and our children’s children to adopt this cold shoulder to those we have yet to meet. I know i wasn’t this selfish when i was little; i gave birthday money to homeless people and hoped “they were able to eat before they “”died”“” 

Ever since i was little around the age of five or six years of age i have always thought daily of the mythological story of Icarus; A man who obtained freedom whilst accomplishing astonishing heights only to die because another higher power wouldn’t allow him true freedom. I’ve always felt as if i could possibly be this person along the lines of past lives or that this story just stuck to me because its really who i am as a person and even when i am told no i become furious with hearing that i am cant do something because its not how society has come too know it. I get yelled at because the way i say things isn’t the same other use the same words, or relationships that “cant” work out because “people” can’t just love each other enough to see through the issues they both have together rather than alone for them to only ferment in their own depression; and i say bullshit, humans have a will that you cant just tell us no without curiosity getting the better of us or anger pushing us to try harder .

Today i come to know the true human that i am only with the rise of another day where i get to breathe in the realness of everything all around me. My name is Shane McCarthey, im only a 17 year old boy with nothing to show for his existence other than having an amazing lover, and a few odd hair styles that catch some attention. And with today being the beginning, I will make this world a better place for all of us in anyway I can. thank you for reading my rant.