Mind Games

It seems like some modern chariot race, to cross the finishing line having left your opponent in all kinds of mental knots. There is no finesse, grace, compassion towards others, it is do or die, and doing means attempting to crush the bones of all others. Is this how we must succeed in this age? It would suggest to me that success is tainted and I must eternally question how I can feel comfortable in any such victory, attained in that way. These days. I want to say they evoke mostly positive sensations, but I am afraid as an adult with wide eyes, observing the way things are built, and the way they stand, and the way they last, that I cannot proclaim such findings.

I have this vision, not quite of fields of daisies and dancing and endless joy, but of something correct, of strong morals and values, of wisdom and sight, some acceptance of the days, for limited are they, and some motivation to do and to be good, to educate and produce love that will be passed on through the ages. I know, I dream, but I somehow have to hope that the mass path will lean towards such behaviour, even if in reality the genuine route most take veers further and further away from that.

Let us use the example of the horrors of war, the colossally valuable lesson therein and how nobody actually seems to have grown gracefully from those somehow forgotten ages, and the same errors are committed over and over. In my mind, it makes them even worse than before. Humanity, such a powerful and commanding race, and yet the hurdles are all too many to overcome.

There is nothing wrong with my mind, to be frank, the problem is your perception of my mind. All these games, not really for playing. I am comfortable within these walls, upstairs, in this head. I know the strengths and weaknesses inside and I know what I want to improve, but you project your own failings upon me, and I refuse to play these games and accept your sins and lack of vision upon my already-burdened shoulders.

I believe in peace. That shall not alter, as I evolve and grow and speed toward my own death. Whether it be timely or not, I shall feel like I had maintained something from my childhood, beaten the possible corruption of the adult world and somehow steered clear of a whole minefield of games and tragedy, even if I had to know it still existed. I like games, but not the kind of which these words address.