At the peak of the mountain

The walk up the path may be a difficult one, the only way to ease the boundaries is through self respect and belief. But what happens when the faith is lost within oneself? Yet others appear to withhold their expectations in you? Today, it all came crumbling in my palms, with none left to turn to. It is this expression, one where I can be assured through which I won't be judged and expectations are but there. The pressure certain people can impose on your life can be mountainous, you don't quite realise until you are forced to take a breath. Amid it all, you happen to forget what it is that you truly want; your ambitions and desires. Although, what you want seems to be immersed in the irrelevant aspects of thought as the magnetism of fulfilling the unaccomplished dreams of others happens to be what we toil at with our heart and souls. Yet when can we be assured that it is time to forgive our self and begin to repair the shattered aspirations? It is in this process that your realise the truth, that there will be none aiding to rehabilitate your goals in life. It is all about seeking the acceptance from others wills, to  be belittled by your own mind and enslave it to the happiness of others. It is but an easy path that can be turned back upon. It is almost out of routine that extreme levels of selflessness lead to the deterioration of your existence, pulling with it the individuality that defines you. But it is I who has made such choice, one I begin to regret yet force myself to appreciate. How must I turn to accept that it is my dreams that I ought to fulfill? The great discrepancy lies amid personal satisfaction and the sacrifice of others fulfillment through you.

In the end, this life is but a mess which has no purpose but to deviate. The failed attempts of our breaths and the sore voices of our quiet wince, all shall be compensated for. To do good regardless is the ultimate foundation. The most powerful knowledge is the one which is shared. Being educated differs from the rote learning of that which is forced down your throat. That is not knowledge, instead a distorted perception of intelligence drowned in foolish expectations. I yearn a knowledge so powerful that it makes me indestructible. I strive for an intelligence so beloved that it enables me to only envision the best. I desire education, but one that differs from the forceful aspects currently implanted within my mind. I pray for a time where I seek knowledge in order to feed the hunger which is drawn from my confused self. Such knowledge that is satisfying, consoling. It is time that we avert our perceptions of the education we perceive to be important. One must be taught to question instead of accept; to understand instead of adhere; to learn instead of knowing; to acknowledge the beauty of knowledge instead of being forced to accept the falsified perceptions disguised as mandatory education.