The Pilgrim Journals

Everybody had an opinion on everything but no one would ever listen to anyone else let alone listen to me. It was frustrating to say the least, it was disturbing knowing that I could go through my whole life like this and ultimately, amount to nothing in nobody’s eyes.

Somebody else always knew better.

Somebody else always knew best.

Self-indulgent, self-obsessed, highly opinionated, defiantly righteous…

…everyone who thought they were someone had their own ideals, all the while, backing it all up with their education and saw little else outside of what was, not an education so much as it was an indoctrination upon which those beliefs were anchored.

So much of what we were taught both inside and outside the classroom wasn’t worth the paper on which it was noted but those around me kept palming it all off as if it really was noteworthy…

…I wanted none of it, I wanted to find my own way forward and make something more out of life than what was considered living.

It was this way every single day and every single one of those who made up the masses, reinforced the system with those same regurgitated beliefs. They were always having a crack as if they had something to gain, pimping out their bullshit as if they were trying to get me to buy what they were trying to sell which, more often than not, was their fucking own way.

It was why I was always keeping myself to myself, free of outside opinions, free of anything that would keep me down; the only thing I had to do was make sure that I didn’t become my own worst enemy and isolate myself altogether from those who would become likeminded kin.

Still, I needed a place to go, I needed somewhere I could spend some time alone and say what I needed to say so I could be heard, even if I was the only one listening. So that night I went home and created a folder on my computer, gathered up what I had already put down and, for what it was worth, kept writing, kept trying to answer the questions that up until this point, have become this journey so far, hoping it would lead somewhere more than I had already been.

Freedom from within,

The Journeyman.

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