Hold on a second. Maybe I should rewind a little, possibly give you a little insight to me and paint you a masterpiece; I’m hoping, a work of art, based on my reflections from a time when naivety and simplicity were a part of me.
My name is not important. Besides which, I would very much like to remain anonymous. Not that there’s any particular reason, simply just that I like it this way. My origin or age is also of no importance or concern to you. I mean seriously, what could you possibly gain from knowing?
So anyway, moving on, I will be your narrator. What I’m about to tell you, I’m hoping you’ll keep in the strictest of confidence. I’m also gonna need you to adhere to the whole confidentiality and non-disclosure thing because, well; never mind- tell whoever the fuck you want.
But before we continue, I’m gonna take a wild guess here; it’s purely based on assumptions, but you most probably live in what I refer to as the “societal norm”. A world whereby what people think of you is very important. You take your job or your education or whatever you do very seriously because it’s important to you. It’s a means to survival. You are somewhat influenced by the media although you won’t admit to it, and it doesn’t matter that you’re successful or close to success, heck you want more- the penthouse suite, salary increase, expensive suits, flash cars, latest technologies…etc. Don’t we all? Yet you are never satisfied with each new purchase or advancement in life. I bet that you are two different people – the real you, and then the image of you that you portray. But do you honestly believe that nobody can see you, the real you, who you really are? But then there’s the possibility that maybe I’m wrong about you.
Anyway, the thing with this whole ‘life’ thing and reality is that it hits each and every one of us in different ways. Some people, it hits real hard and at the most unexpected of times, leaving scars that sometimes just can’t be healed. Some people get hit, but with a little luck on their side, come out on top. It’s not in my nature to appear as though discordant or cynical, but among the latter are those known to assert that “man makes his own luck”. Well I stand on the emphasis – some call it ‘notion’ – that “luck is simply when preparation meets opportunity”. Obviously it’s clear that these fucks do not realize that having been prepared, they would be in the shit-hole had opportunity not presented itself. Because hunt as you may, it’s just not that easily found. Then of course there are those who just seem to have been carried, drifting along, literally, having been given a road map highlighting the road bumps…