Perceive not.

Sometimes I forget what blogs are for. I think too much of them as personal diaries, than I should of them as a platform for my freedom of speech, since obviously, there is lack of room for that in social media.

Sad.

The world is so full with a lot of spite, and bitter people, so I may observe. Such harsh words are often spat out from one person to another, with little to no consideration, or respect at all.

Is there no sense of shame to be so blatant with rage, and passion?

I don't mean for us to be hypocrites - please, do not misunderstand.

It is simply not right to be so vulgar: the world isn't built around only a certain belief, be it political, cultural, or religious. We are vast with variety: no one man is the same as the other.

My words are unbiased and simple: do not impose.

Because the truth is there is no winning or losing, though this is easily forgotten. Life is not a gamble, it is a game of choices. You are not rolling dice, nor shuffling any cards; God blessed us each with a mind, and that mind is brilliant with thought, and rationality.

You only lose, if you choose to believe you have lost.

I see friends shouting in tyrant rage, pointing fingers to men across the room - crude language is exchanged, their breaths reeking stale of opinion - rash decisions too often being made by a vigor heart, acting too soon without thinking too long.

Change is then pleaded for; fought for. But how many times does one ask themselves of where does this change begin?

It is not far to seek for. Change begins with the reflection in the mirror.

The man who stares back at you during your morning routines - he is who must change. We are the seeds to the rebirth of a century! We are the points of a beginning, drawing lines of anew!

Though it is true that our strangers may be of worse: one cannot fight fire with fire, and indefinitely cannot wage a war for peace. It is reckless, and far too ironic, it is almost a comedic line.

If change is what is demanded for, then by all means, do so - change. And if everyone were to wisen up and do the same, there would be no need for fights, and riots, and angry words, and relentless havoc.

Immaturity is not classy.

To be the better man, first things first: be the better man.