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| Volume No. 1 Issue No. 29 - Monday, September 30, 2002 |
Let the World Despise Me
 by Shirley Allan
Let the world despise me. Let them increase my discontent
But I will not keep my discontent a secret. I will not exist in quiet desperation and pretend to the world that it is resignation, for that to me would be confirmed desperation.
I find myself doubting more and more with everything new that I learn. I find it astonishing that education accumulates such ignorance in the form of facts.
My curiosity is proof that I am willing to and proudly confess how ignorant I am.
My need to know is the lifeblood of my existence
What appears to be the truth does not ring true to me, although I know no other.
The visible looks more mysterious than the invisible to me. I see it glittering, but I know that it is not gold
It would be easier to accept the agreeable fancy, but I would rather search for the disagreeable fact.
By night in the dusty recesses of my mind, I dream, my dreams allow me to be quietly and safely insane.
Then I wake up in the morning to find that it was just vanity. In my dreams I see the beauty of life. I wake up and see that life can be nothing but a duty.
Like an abyss impossible to explain how profound it is, yet impossible to show how simple it can be. It all depends on accepting the visible as the truth, or see it wrapped in mystery. Yes I am discontent; let the world despise me.
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