So many naysayers in the sphere my life occupies. People who refuse to give things a chance, or even the benefit of the doubt. I’m sick of people who sit safely in their castles of mediocrity, and effortless existence, who then have the audacity to talk down the efforts of others as fruitless exercises in futility.
FUCK YOU! What have you done? What have you achieved that is of any more significance than merely existing?
With risk comes the possibility of reward, but I assure you with monotony come the guarantee of drabness. Naysayers who project their own unhappiness on to those who have enough spirit to try to live life outside the drudgery of simple existence make me sick. You’re the parasite of the human soul.
If you choose to stay in the coop that’s up to you, but don’t try to clip the wings of others to rectify your own fear of flight.