My fellow friends, acquaintances, far off loved ones, and fellow members of the heart...

Since when has it come to a time in which those who would so willingly risk their lives for a purpose or ideal to which they devoted themselves solely would just as soon turn their backs on their purpose and cower under a veil of such permeable falsehood that those who remain know not even what they themselves are fit to fight for or against?

It pains me greatly to see those who fought so strongly for such beliefs to fall when the first sign of adversity glimpses itself from over the far-off horizon. Throughout history, many have come to power through such selfish tactics, fighting for themselves and for naught but the power that they only sought; yet in the end, that same lust for power would betray them, and soon another would take their place. This cycle is infamous for its cruelty, yet it occurs constantly and consistently, never ceasing upon the endless greed many have conceived within their soul. It was those who fought with all the strength and power of their hearts, no matter how relentless the battle, that stood out amongst those who were shadowed under the cloud of their own uncertainty.

These men and women, those who endured endless suffering, profuse discord, and a plethora of hardship, despite the existence of such pain; these people decided to take a stand for what they felt was right, regardless of circumstances or impossibilities, regardless of inaccuracy or insecurity. Wither they be evil or good, wrong or right, it did not matter, only that they felt it was the correct course of action, not for reasons of society or of moral, not for the preachings of religion or word of king, only for the sole purpose of the feeling roaring within their hearts. It is these people that we envy, those who fought for their purpose, for their rights, for the call of action within their heart.

Actions of such caliber sometimes required tremendous sacrifice, often great courage, and always the will of the one who wished to embark on such an adventure. Of course such adventure would incur strenuous constitution and most likely would include more than one perilous obstacle, however when one is faced with such adversity, it is best to face it head on with all the might of your being than to be buried beneath the cascading shards of ones own fear and strife, never knowing if the commendation of their plight would ever enact itself upon the world. As a wise man has stated throughout the course of his life when faced with unsuspecting trouble "Nothing is ever easy, therefore all that can be done is to do what is within the best of our ability and strive for absolute success."

So what is the future of our world? All of us shall die someday, wither we live a life to the fullest extension of our being or wither we fall defending another from further suffering. Life holds many surprises within its story, however it is up to us how we meet them; therefore, I shall leave that decision for you to make.

Hello fellow Newgrounders, im not much of an influence in these parts as of the writing of this. I hold no true flash submissions of my own, my creativity has been diminished, and I have nearly lost my will to recreate that of which I have striven to tell. I may hold little as in the ways of societal position or even in submission reviews... for that is all that I have done on here. I rate, review, watch, learn, respect, and so forth... I may not be the best at either, however it does little to hinder my passage nonetheless. Despite this, I shall do my best in an attempt to leave what little perspective as i can upon the thoughts of myself upon certain matters, wither it be relevant or not, that is for you, the reader, to decide... without further a due, were shall I begin?

Stories are my pastime, fantasy my home. I live in the tall laden castles of the knights of old, the noble code of conduct tried as chivalry courses among my veins, adventure basks within my heart and kindness in my soul. Though these traits may be deemed self-honored, conspicuous, latent, lost, etc... I care not of such thoughts. Society has ruled since before the eve of my birth, it shall most likely rule as I lay my last breath, however even thus, I can not escape the passion that lays within me. A passion to help mold this world, to free society from the braces and shackles of its own doing, bonds that hold forth the true thoughts and ideals of those who would live in such a place.

Fear has held the hearts and minds of many since the birth of a higher system, a governmental facility... such things would be believed to create order, which indeed has been done, however the manner of such order is what I question, not its end result. Ruling by fear, placing the minds of others upon fending for themselves, thinking of nothing but what they must protect, things they MUST do to help keep stability... why must it be so? Why must we feel that need to protect those closest to us? Are they not safe within the boundaries of our own design? As it would be readily apparent, it is not so. Constantly do families strive for a foothold, a place in this society that has been supposedly created for them; Their protection, their safety, their needs of life. Little is done for those who willfully play their part in such a society, constantly taking such pains and strife to endure for but one more day, another day in which ones family may still live peacefully, or so they are told.

I hold little ill will towards the government itself, for that has spread itself from humble origins, creating prosperity and peace for those who would ask of such things, following the will of ones people, listening with eagerness, not malcontent. No, it is not the government, but those who sit within its system, those who would place themselves above those of whom they serve. It is not machines or money or property or any sort of artificial service that we have created that give birth to such power, no... it is the people that give such things a value, a standard, a pedestal with which something or someone may place themselves comfortably upon.

The mind can be such a strange tool, it may grant something illusionary worth or grant the ability for one to create illusions for themselves; in short, the mind allows us to lie, not only to others, but to ourselves. That... that is what creates power, that grants strength, determination, will, endurance and so on. Everything that has power is because it is believed to or is given its power by our perspective outlooks alone. Perhaps there is more to the puzzle, however my focus is initiated upon the mind itself. People understand such things, they can understand the inner working of a human mind, how thoughts develop, how people tie things together to create strings upon strings of connections to even the most irrelevant of matters. These people know how to manipulate, and it is there that illusions, and as such, power is drafted forth. What one decides to do with this information, i know not, however if anything is taken from this, it is that no matter how powerful something may be, no matter how tough, excruciating, or terrible, that there is always a way to defeat it.

It all falls to choice, wither to believe in illusions, truth, or whatever one wishes to see. Just know that whatever the choice, let it ring true, and follow it with the conviction of your entire heart and soul. Choices are meant to be made, never forced... for within all of us, the power to act always exists.