Why struggle in a world that's inevitable fate will be cold with no remorse and the cries of the destitute will become numb and hoarse?
As we attempt to shape the marred clay of our being, we find ourselves clinging to dreams ever so fleeting.
Hard work, long hours, low pay, no play, we drudge through existence to find a clear way; Although no one honestly wants to say, it's awful living in the middle, mediocre, mundane. We take the humiliation, degradation and tyranny to overcome the intense misery in our souls, hoping to go the way of the eagle, and boldly soar.
No matter how grim, trifle or demeaning, we find ourselves clinging to dreams ever so fleeting.
Darwin had natural selection, Maslow had his pyramid, Skinner had behaviorism, and Freud had his Id; but the secrets of true happiness are kept under a tight lid. Carl Jung analyzed something very few did: The dreams within. Regardless of absurdity or obscure meaning, we find oursel