The Outsiders

By Sonny Go

All our lives, we have been measured, scaled, graphed and compared to people, counterparts and otherwise. Throughout history, human beings have become nothing more than statistics. Life itself has become nothing more than a charade. It was whether you conformed or resisted. Those who conform are then seen as a viable member of the common society. Those who resisted become known as outsiders. The outsiders who were inferior to them and were shun away from the world as they know it and are constantly treated with disgust and disrespect.
We are the middle children of history with no purpose or place. We have become rejects. Nothing is sacred when it comes to us. We are the targets of scorn and the scapegoats in the end. We have not been given the respect we should have deserved in the first place. We are treated as such, but we also don't want to be treated otherwise anyway. Because we know that out there lies the world full of lies. Everything we see are illusions. It is not a beautiful world out there with people like them running around. We know of the corruption that takes effect in each and every moment time passes. We know this, so we are to be rejected. We know a piece of truth.
We have been conditioned to think that nothing is more important than money and that we must obey our superiors, no matter what they say or do. We were taught that we could be anything we want. All we need was to have a dream and work hard. Such a thing is a dream indeed, because it is a fantasy. Never could we get there ourselves for we are being tricked by the numerous groups of people that run this mortal realm. We are nothing but pawns and we are part of their game of schemes and plots that continue to plague this world's conscience. The media has conditioned our minds that what we see or hear from it is the universal truth, and that the answer to every question that is related to that matter is supportive of their plans. It is what makes us think the way we do now in this present generation.
We are all living in a lifestyle obsession. We are being driven by what we see on the television, hear on the radio, read in magazines & newspapers, and many more. The many things that are presented become a part of a person's life and space. It takes control of them with considerable force and precision. Suddenly, a person's hopes and dreams are scrambled by the considerable amount of doubt surrounding it and becomes replaced by something else that is influenced by it.
We have all forgotten about the significance of our role towards the world. We are here to help the world become a better place to live in, not to merely indulge ourselves with pleasures and luxuries. Some indulge while others build themselves up for some reason. They feed their vanity to fuel their will to live in such an existence. Self-improvement is a good thing, but if it becomes the main focus of one's existence, turning into obsession, it becomes masturbation, which in turn becomes self-destruction. If we are to better ourselves, it must be for the benefit of our fellow men. Such a thing becomes nonsense when it only chains us to this mortal existence and its materialism.
Hopes and dreams serve as markers of our lives on this earth. They keep us on track throughout this journey. Without them, we are lost and there is no turning back. How can we make these markers more significant than they already are? How can they be used to benefit the lives of other people? How can we all join hands and show society the true meaning of humanity with our actions? The answers lie inside all of us. All we have to do is to chase those hopes and dreams for a better world. They may take fruit if we try hard enough.
We are all human, and life is ending one minute at a time. There is only enough time to prove the power of human potential within all of us and to prove one's worth to the world. Honor is the highest virtue and balance is the key that unlocks all doors. All we have to do is to work for it with force and will, choosing love over fear to drive us towards the ultimate goal of unity.
We are outsiders, but we are still human.

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