The Ultimate Security

A Soliloquy

For if I am vain I am kind and if I am kind I am a fool. Succumbing to the submissiveness of my nature and embalming the naivety of my hope. Humanity has, through great adversity demonstrated its fantastical worth,  but yet there have been prices placed for the bounties of ones head. How then can we say that men are priceless when they are worthless? Disposable scum that float on the surface of the deep and dark cesspool that we call life. The wicked and naive are homogeneously and unfairly thrust into the same arena to compete for the subordination of the other. To be cold is to be rich and to be warm is to be stampeded on. For me to succeed and ultimately achieve a healthy emotional well being,  I must believe in speed, efficiency, and greed. Friends are interchangeable, enemies helpful , and selfishness is key. There are endless possibilities when faced with the task of moving from point a to point b,  but the end result is the same. Do I then prefer the easy route, or the one drowned in glory? The inevitability of death provides us with a certain cloud of folly in our steps.  I do not fear nor respect death. I do not believe in  living my life accordingly with death. It is of no nuisance to me. Once I die , do what you please with my body. I am dead. No blood in my veins or any existence of a fragile heart that can be broken . But while I am alive I demand the respect and attention I deserve. Reputation, reputation ,reputation. Currency, Money, cash, greenery or bread. However you wanna slice it, one buys the other. I am but a self made man trained in rhetoric and reason. To apply my talents in pursuit of a more lavish lifestyle is all I need. A little investment wouldn't hurt. No is not an answer. Enough is not a term firmly planted in my lingo. Impossible is laughable, and I am affable,  under the facade that my clients consider magical. If I live to see the twilight of tomorrow,  and the tender twinkle of the moon after sunset without a birdseye view of both, then death is imminent. For a life without security is a wasted existence that only the wise consider tragical.