Life is surrender. Plenty of forces are at work ensuring individuals deny the overwhelming joy that is the Earth. By focusing on the mundane the beautiful is rarely experienced. The people of the world surrender to things, to jobs, the passage of time, limitations, etc. After a certain point of development a person can realize all the limitations that were not really limitations simply fears. Unfortunately these fears prevent wonderful life-changing events from happening. Far too complicated to take on people must be content with living a life with blinders. 

                The past repeats itself to people reminding them of what they used to be. Drafted over the course of roughly eighteen years people try to understand what sort of adult they are supposed to be. Worldwide people are given years to figure it out what they believe in what is worth fighting for what isn’t. Enough experience eventually suggests that some things are worth the time depending on the temperament. Others aren’t. It can be hard to figure out what to disregard because there are so many things to potentially do. After a while it becomes clear what a person excels at and what really speaks to them in their own tongue. 

                Mortality exists in reality. Online everything becomes immortal. This is why people spend hours a day online trying to take it all in. Life through the Internet can be enlightening and at the same time confining. So much can be put into screens yet the screens screen. Actual real life experience is just as important the physical the visceral. What is real is what can be imagined for everything was merely a dream before someone gathered enough guts together to get it done. Reality is a strange beast itself full of television based off of it, scripted realities that force people to confront their own fictions in their own lives. 

                Writing tries to encourage the ability to become immortal. People write out of compulsion and people do it for free. Every so often a person gets paid for their words but curiously they may not be their best words. A poem is an advertisement for a person’s soul. Depending on the power of the poem it determines how hard of a sell they really are. Speaking the way a person writes feels awkward yet doing the reverse, writing the way a person speaks, is frowned upon in polite society. Thankfully a great deal of society is fully impolite ready to become an affront to one’s sensibilities. 

                Lots of things happen during a writing period. With the words to try to right the wrongs language can gain greater powers beyond those originally envisioned. Gradually language is adopted by people as their initial guttural utterances gain actual power beyond physicality. These things take time to fully form as people find what words work best for them putting their mind on autopilot and reacting appropriately to stimuli. Awareness of writing happens quite frequently like when the words finally come into their own discovering their own power. 

                 Few create their own words. Usually they use whatever is laying around in their mind throwing pieces together to create vaguely aware sentences. Maturity lets the words gain deeper meanings. With the passage of time even simple language can gain heavy meanings far deeper than anything the original naked language could handle. Time gives naked language clothes to handle the winters of intellectual decay. Even the knowledge that this happens is not enough. People try to protect themselves against hurtful words a lack of having similarly minded individuals huddled around them. 

                The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Obviously there are many who need to lose weight. Those few really have managed to keep themselves looking svelte. When the eyes have it that means the truth can finally be seen for the first time, the beauty seen by the few.