The Twitter Mandela Hall Of Shame
It is a shame that in this society we’ve been taught to judge a man’s worth by what he owns instead of who he is. Everything is surface, and so few look beyond it. A man will sell his soul, he will lie, cheat and steal, for money. If he has it, he can buy respect. Wear the right clothes, drive the right car, have the right friends, that’s all that matters. Our lives are consumed in a selfish, self absorbed quest for possessions, the latest and the best in a never-ending cycle until the day we die. We forget what it means to be truly human. We forget the things that really matter. We lose the magic of what life should be. I won’t live by rules that make no sense to me.
Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sun sets. We just tend to complicate the process.
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming
May the bridges I burn light the way.
To the anon who asked where I rank family and friends if you’re still out there randomly scrolling I’ve been reminded of the fact that family is what you make it blood may not always be thicker than water and I’m not saying that out of like a negative space or memory but I feel like family are friends and friends are family too even through the good or bad time
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