Because I'm a cynic.

"Be yourself!" the clamoring voices all shout. "Be unique, be individual, be free!"

They don't ever give you so much as a hint though... who exactly are you?

I'm not quite sure what this is about.... but here goes anyway.

Success is the name of the game of life.  That's what we all want, isn't it?  To succeed, to make something of ourselves.  To be the best of the best.  Because apparently, just doing your best isn't enough anymore.  Oh, no--you have to be the best.  Yoda had it right: "Do or do not.  There is no try."  And there is no try in this world.  No one really cares if you try your best but fail anyway.  It's all about getting things right the first time, or working at whatever it is until you do.  It doesn't matter much if you work at something you don't understand, but still don't understand it afterwards.  

Don't you wish that it was okay to fail sometimes?  Don't you wish that it wasn't the end of the world if you weren't perfect?  Or perhaps these things are true, and you simply don't realize it.  Perhaps it's only about dreaming bigger every time.  You can't fail every time--sooner or later, you'll succeed.  I suppose that's what's supposed to happen.  You fail, then you fail bigger, and then you might fail even bigger, but at some point, you'll succeed the biggest.  Atrocious grammar aside, that's the game of life.  You lose a lot of the time, but eventually?  You'll find what you're searching for.  It's just a matter of looking in the right places.

I wish...

that when people got mad at you, they'd take it up with you personally, instead of complaining to everyone except you. I wish that when little issues came up, people would tell you instead of telling everyone else all your faults. I wish people understood just how important it is to communicate. I know that putting your feelings into words can be impossibly difficult--believe me, I've been there. But please, realize that by speaking your mind now, you'll save having to deal with the wondering and what-ifs in the aftermath of an argument. You'll know that you put your cards on the table and spoke the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And you'll know that sometimes, the truth hurts. But lies hurt even more, don't they?

Limitless.

I want to master the art of words. 

I want to make you feel.  To think deep thoughts, to dream grand dreams, to smile and laugh and cry all at once. Such is the power of words.  They can touch your heart, if only for a moment. 

They take you places. Places where you've never been before--places you've never dreamed of before. They tell you of things that might happen today, tomorrow, or only in your wildest dreams. They are the doorway to the lands beyond imagining. 

Words can heal your heart or break it. They can make you laugh, or make you cry. They can be twisted, turned, pulled, bent out of shape, and misused. They can be honest or misleading, sharp or sweet. Your words are not always who you are. They are a cover-up for your flaws and for your fears. 

Words are beautiful. Powerful. Terrible.  Words are foundations and weapons, the solid bricks and the sharpened steel of our world. Without them, there would be no tomorrows worth having. Without them, today would not shine nearly as brightly as it does now. For the masters of words, there are no limits.