Ones Right Not to be Downgraded

It appears that, the things we hope to achieve, are those we think will redeem us. A careful, nonprejudiced deeper look would however, expose that somewhere, sometime, it is reduced and repeated by those who have began at an earlier pace, yet we fail to see where these things have truly placed them, and may place us. We are bound to be repeaters of a vicious cycle of a relationship limited by the dictates of false bureaucracy and constrained by monetary capacity relative of returns. And so I thought to myself, what is the essence of my academic training? Does it justify ones end to keep abreast of existence. Was my immersion indulgent to address vacancies; hence, strap myself with uniformity, breathe their air, adopt the easily favored, systematize like programmed dictation, and smirk at their respective impatience. As if we cannot think and had to repress what we've been trained for because novelty is a risk, and a system, rigid enough to stand alone in all respects, is always the best direction to heed. One submits therefore to an authority they deny, but authority nonetheless. Every second you live, you half-live at their mercy. One is eagerly fed into the pit of the unknown where security is a false, pretentious commodity hidden behind fleeting awe, that no amount of dermal engagement could ever overturn.

Like an epiphany that consumes your senses. Like opium that controls the mechanisms of imaginings, giving you every reason to be overjoyed. Such a realization transcends physical routinary work and yet, despite the definiteness of this transforming circumstance, the smallest void blots bliss reducing it into a singularity we can never discern. Uncertainty is a painful curse. Certainty is to some measurable extent, pride in its devilish intention. If it overpowers our capability to cement our feet further to where it should be rooted, it sneers, jeers and diminishes ones character more than its indirect (or direct) effect to downgrade whatever credibility is left of others.