It was... my last blog post.

So, it was a mess. The clashing sparks of several clans which lead themselves towards identical goals yet in vastly different manners, differences which were significant enough to draw these social lines between them.

The way we live now is, fundamentally, indiscernible from the way we lived before. Fixated on some superficial changes which we obsess with we seem to ignore that we haven't really changed. So we rattle on about political change when really, perhaps, redefining the idea of politics would be the best way to solve our problems. But that is far too scary a leap for people to make.

I hope that everyone is like me in their little upsets. Nobody follows any set of rules completely, and those that do are hardly alive at all. I always strive to break all the guidelines I could simply for the sake of breaking them. That's really just how i have fun.

However, no matter what I do I seem to think about the future and whether I'll regret or be disgusted by my own past actions or thoughts. Well, we all have our regretted years right?

I intentionally wrote this without erasing anything just to see what comes to mind first. Nothing really has any tangible meaning though I'll admit I definitely love breaking the rules. Really, each "stanza" is a small bit based on something I heard from the room of people around me that inspired me to write it, albeit, a little bit more obscured than the original conversation was.

See if you can figure it out I guess. The first was political, the second was philosophical (Walt Whitman inspired me there), the third is me hating on rules for no reason, and the fourth is based on someone I know who could stand to take a little more small risks in life.

Goodbye Blogger, I really hate your interface. Google, make this screen a little more night-friendly, its not like people are writing these in the middle of the day.