What If [We are a generation of thieves]

We are a generation of thieves.
We steal each other's time,
Beauty. Freedom. Choice.

Our ability to live any kind of adventure is greatly diminished. Only the strongest ones can catch the train now. Only the lucky ones.

The love inside of me is there, I know it, deeply suffocating. It's fighting.

Oh god, how I long for a time that is older. Whether myself being older or just going into the past, the wrinkles I remember in my Grandmother's face remind me that I do not truly belong here. I overcompensate my youth, substitute it with quirky humor and broad smiles. But I am not so young. Unless romance is only for the young...then I suppose I'm wrong...what if I'm wrong about everything?

What if there is a God?
What if there is an afterlife? Oh how much easier living this life would be.
To know that you will see them again. Talk to them. Kiss them. Touch them. Feel Them.
What if nothing were ever over? What if it never ends?

You're a sparkling ball of electricity, bouncing through the black cosmos until you collide with - anything - and life explodes on impact.

Oh how fortunate we would be. This modern life has been clouded. We no longer value the important things, the real things, on a day to day basis. Gap is the God of Love. Oil is the God of War. Money is a deadly sin, a necessary evil we all indulge. Adventure has been written off, adventure is for those who can afford it. We've thrown it to the movie stars and Hollywood to interpret for us in 120 minute blocks of light & sound & sex. That's our escape. When we blink back into our reality as the lights come up, we forget. Everyone forgets. Promises are broken, honor is lost. Follow the masses! Fall into the pit. We're all so lost, so unhappy, so screwed, and all so alone among the sea of everybody else.

But what if I fight back? What if I don't listen to the magazines and the logical minds that tell me "love like that doesn't exist." "lower your standards" "be realistic".
What if I keep my dreams, never let them go, pursue them with every cell in my body?
What if I write? Draw, create, organize, lead, revolt, win? What if I choose love? What if I choose happiness? What if I could get everyone else to do the same?
Perhaps then, fear would not be so scary. Love would be more daily than expensive jeans. Humanity would rule over technology, instead of being ruled by it.