As long as we’re living there will always be somebody who’s purpose is to inspire you out of your cycle of lifeless living. I am that somebody. Tactless smiles in your everyday routines, not shaken alive by your pain or the consistent nature of your state of being, you become numb to the reality of your mediocrity. You decide to settle for being a little less than nobodies, content with your corner of the universe. A useless island, weak, solitary and drifting in an ocean of desires, dreams and opportunity. So afraid to swim, looking at the swirling wonder of unkown called the future. Taking the easiest path, afraid to even put your foot in. Weak. Pathetic. Drifting covering your useless fears in expensive aesthetics. Where’s your drive, your will to do more than just survive, and ride the waves where lands the tide. Where is your passion to lift out of the misery of everyday sanity chasing and fly. Where’s your passion?