As time progresses, opinions change. People change, everything thing changes. This can be perceived as a positive element, or a factor of the negative spectre. Physical changes within people are far more noticeable than the change of mentality within ones self.
The impact of change causes humans to engulf themselves into a dimension of constant wonder, longing for the road of self-discovery to finally end, eventually allowing them to enter nights of undisturbed sleep.
Imagine the disappointment, which much be experienced when finally realising your fate, realising that the adventure is now completed, meaning that you are now obsolete to the system.
To beat the system, you must comply with the system, you must obey its minute laws, to eventually succeed, if rebellion strikes to soon, then failure is almost certain.
Failure is an invitation for destruction to take grip of what has not succeeded in the systems game. The system can be described as scrabble if you must, the rules are simple, the game is traditional meaning it has never faced compelling attitudes, finally once all your pieces are upon the board for the rest of society to see, you have simply won. Here is the twist, the twist in my game.
At one point I was expected to involve myself in this game of perfection, I was expected to make an impression, expected to absorb this information, hoping that in later life that I would take the rules, convert them, creating a lifestyle which conformed to others opinions.
The boredom the game generated within me influenced me to seek new games, new versions, and new styles. By chance I stumbled across originality, therefore in that precise instant in the world, all knowledge of the past was eradicated, being replaced by rebellion and hope.
