Oh, To Appease The Masses

Amongst the busy duties entrusted on me by my employer, I somehow managed to writhe my thoughts free of responsibility and onto the phenomenon that is social blogging.

My other blog entitled: Soccer 2010/11 is rather straight-forward in its purpose and expectations. Match reports on soccer games, or any other interesting soccer related articles. This blog however does not have the luxury of simplicity.

The name itself has no direction or purpose and any expectations acquired from it's meaning is perhaps a little misleading; fantasized, melodramatic and even a little surreal. Obviously I am no madman, completely sane, 111%. But my thoughts do collide. Spiralling around my head, clashing against one another, as all good thoughts do.

They say that 95% of battles can be won in the mind. Well they don't. But I do. Who cares what 'they' think. Ha. Who doesn't? We all want to be recognised. "I guess it’s because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang onto our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is: you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better." - When in doubt it pays wonders to pass others words off as your own.

The truth is simple. You cannot win them all. You cannot make everyone happy, you cannot please everyone. Life was never meant to be that easy. But as for this blog? It has no direction, no objective, no purpose. As do all of us I suppose.

"Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose."

Without purpose, what is there to strive for?

Happiness? We were meant to be selfish. "Greed ladies and gentlemen, for lack of a better word, is good." After all, the only person we can truly make happy is ourselves. A battle of the mind. We can influence others happiness, but not determine it. Unable to secure a person's happiness other than their own, how could one possibly be capable of pleasing them all?

Oh, to appease the masses; the dream of a madman indeed.