It is our burden to wear, remember to put on your big-boy pants as you step into the ring. Dear little angel, welcome to the real world. A wonderful world with wonderful people. A wicked world full of wicked people. A world where the vices of man reign over everything. A world where evil temptresses screw men of their hard-earned monies without reason. A world where weak men shamelessly beat up tender women to quench their cowardly natures. In this world, good is only a putative notion to the gods. Its reach is miles away from the normal surface. The ill will take you by the hand and entice your ever-needing being with possibilities. You will learn deceit and use it to your advantage, if you have the guts to. You will cheat in the dark, and face the ugly truths of our making in the light. As the saying goes, "The world is your oyster." It is all possible. And you are capable of it all. You will have to live with impossible people, some whom wouldn't mind rejoicing over your misfortunes. You will have to hide your flaws to fit the measures of this broken scale called earth. You will have to clone a beast to protect your take before your own kind take it from your mouth. The dust never settles in this world. Remember, the wicked arms will choke the life out of you if you lie still. You are not numb to the suffocation. Good luck!
© Ommie