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  • I used to be like you.

    I worked 9-5 at a bank. But now I'm up 24/7 with no worries at all.

    I had a wife and kids. Now, I have no ties or bonds to hold me back.

    I had friends. In this new world, friends don't matter. Nothing does.

    I spent most of my life being the perfect human. Went to school everyday. Got good grades. Was the teachers pet. Never screwed around with any girls. Never touched drugs or alcohol. Went to church. Obeyed all the rules. The model citizen. I was gonna go places. Or so they told me.

    I got stuck with an hour long commute in rush hour traffic. A gas guzzling piece of crap that always seem to empty my wallet the moments I needed money most. Got stuck in a society that mutates dreams and forces you to conform to the system. I went places alright. I went to hell. I lived with it for a bit. But it was getting too much.

    The horrible pay. The struggle to keep food on the table. Having to deal with ungrateful little brats who had no sense of calm and quiet. The little punks had no care in the world. No structure. No discipline. Just laughter. That's when it hit me.

    We all strive for world peace. We do everything we can to secure our rights and keep everyone happy. But that leads to order. Control. Control leads to chaos. Rebellion. An unwillingness to adhere to the set notions of what a good person should be. People in power always become corrupt. Everyone wants the glory. They mask it with arguments of revolution and equality, but everyone wants to rule the world.

    We all yearn for conflict on the inside. We are attracted to controversy. It's what we live for. Drama. Things that make us angry, push the wrong buttons or just don't feel right. It's a curse. A little fire burns inside use. We all know it, but no one accepts the fact that in the end, we're the cause of all our own problems. But look at a little child. Do they ever worry about the consequences of their actions?

    That is true happiness. Why do we deserve any less? Why should we support a world that forces us into the situations that bring pain? I began to research the origins of civil chaos. Riots. Revolts. There was always one topic that stuck out in my mind. A specific group of people classified only as Anarchists. The ones who say that true happiness lies in no structure. No order. No corrupt official pulling strings. No pain. No consequences. Pure, unadulterated freedom.

    I wanted it. I needed it. So much. It all started with a couple of bullets, some bodies, a few drums of gasoline and a call to all who were sick of putting up with anything and everything. It didn't take long. You either listened and were liberated, or stood in the way of your own happiness. And that just wasn't okay. After awhile, people got the message. And eventually, the city burned. However, in the end I discovered my only flaw.

    There was still pain. Still choices to be made. I had regrets. The things that used to matter most to me, the things that brought me joy were gone. By my own hand. There was no true liberation. How could I have been so foolish. Then it dawned on me. Life is just a journey. The struggles that lead to our ultimate fate: Death. All of our stories end the same way. Our miserable, useless existence never really matter, do they? And so, with this final bullet, I escape. To freedom. To bliss. To the one and only peace anyone can ever achieve.
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