When I was a young boy I dreamed to change the world.
To resolve all the conflicts, to bring the world into peace.
When I was a young boy I had visions of utopia
I saw every person smiling and happy, overjoyed by life.
I dreamed to craft the manifestation of bliss
And gave it as a gift to liberate people from the 9 to 5.
When I was a teenager I was sure I was right.
Politics is a strategy and all strategies can create winners if they would only use Reason.
I saw it plainly, simply, and saw the distractions of the masses as in the way.
When I was a teenager it was clear the people didn't know what was best
That leadership was in direction, and I could see true north on the map.
When I was a young man I was proven wrong.
That there is no way to resolve these conflicts
Problems are never settled.
Utopia is a vision that breaks our animal brain
And happiness is always fleeting.
When I was a young man I felt jaded by it all
Ready to change the world by burning it all down.
Today I am neither right nor wrong,
But a collector from those that know.
That logic is a mechanism in a larger soul we cherish.
That the path to hell is paved with good intentions
That the most forgotten are the most important
And those lessons come from everyone.
Today I do not want to change the world.
I hope just for the wisdom to change myself
and to not be bogged down with dogma about who I am.
That utopia is for the dreamers, the anointed class that sells ideas.
That the best thing I can do is be a good brother, son, friend, and man.
To speak when asked
To give clarity when asked to clarify
To nudge forward and to serve those that desire to listen.
Today I know I fail at those things far more than I succeed
But I know I am not here to change the world
I am only here to change me.
P.S. — this song, and this video, kinda inspired this.
P.S.S. — Merry Christmas.