I think the world is begging for the truth. I can almost sense it. Actually, let me say that again. I think that there are those who are not only seeking for the truth but dying for it. And I am one of them. Something about my flaws, when I speak them to you, to anyone, seems to ignite warmth in people. It seems to comfort us to know that there is no shame for we are all flawed. When we distance ourselves from everyone, without ever knowing how we keep ourselves away from each other, we are condemning ourselves to our own cage. Our own cell of shame, hurt and lies. Lies…our destruction. Wouldn’t it just be a shame that our destruction was based on our failure to see life for what it truly is. The world around, I want to enjoy it, but something about the way we’re taught to live seems to put the whole idea off. I’ve allowed myself to be caged to the confines that I can control. I’ve allowed myself to be weakened by the chains I’ve chained myself to and now I longer can control them. I feel with each and every minute passing by, the decay of life. I watch it like a movie scene, withering away, I’m a lost soul. My only wish is to achieve true happiness before the time I have here is gone.