According to Mr. Robot, fsociety is a hacker group led by Elliot. I'd like to take it for the literal meaning, fuck society. Are my dreams that powerless against the societal pressure? Do they not qualify as ambitions? I'm just another engineering student. Having fought a million sperms to come here, I have lost myself among millions others. Why wasn't I the sperm that lost the race? Why'd I have to win, only to be taught to live a life as per societal norms? It pains me. The things I loved to do depress me now. fsociety. Hypocrites, everywhere. I'd save that for another day. Is it too unholy to pursue my passion? Is it a crime to not want to be an engineer? To me, it is just a portal to truly finding myself. Clearly, I'm not suffering. There are people going through far worse. I have not the right to complain. Do I at least have the right to tread the path I want to? Am I truly that powerless? fsociety. Finding solace in my past fills my heart with a sense of uselessness. Could I prove the society wrong? Does it matter, what the society thinks? Do they really care? The answers seem discomforting. Why then, do I oblige? I find in me a rebel, a kid, one who wants not a yes from the society, but only a smile. Why do smiles have to be engulfed in pain? Is it the regret of not thinking? Or, is it the regret of thinking? Are these thoughts hurting me, or will they uplift me? Too many questions. fsociety. I admire now, the kid I was. I'm not moving backward. I'm just moving toward my true self. Shameless to paint the world with my passion. This is my redemption. I might go back to my normal routine tomorrow, but I'll have me. I'll have the people who care about me, ones I truly care about. Ones I hold close to my heart. Life is beautiful. B-E-A-utiful. fsociety!
According to Mr. Robot, fsociety is a hacker group led by Elliot. I'd like to take it for the literal meaning, fuck society. Are my dreams that powerless against the societal pressure? Do they not qualify as ambitions? I'm just another engineering student. Having fought a million sperms to come here, I have lost myself among millions others. Why wasn't I the sperm that lost the race? Why'd I have to win, only to be taught to live a life as per societal norms? It pains me. The things I loved to do depress me now. fsociety. Hypocrites, everywhere. I'd save that for another day. Is it too unholy to pursue my passion? Is it a crime to not want to be an engineer? To me, it is just a portal to truly finding myself. Clearly, I'm not suffering. There are people going through far worse. I have not the right to complain. Do I at least have the right to tread the path I want to? Am I truly that powerless? fsociety. Finding solace in my past fills my heart with a sense of uselessness. Could I prove the society wrong? Does it matter, what the society thinks? Do they really care? The answers seem discomforting. Why then, do I oblige? I find in me a rebel, a kid, one who wants not a yes from the society, but only a smile. Why do smiles have to be engulfed in pain? Is it the regret of not thinking? Or, is it the regret of thinking? Are these thoughts hurting me, or will they uplift me? Too many questions. fsociety. I admire now, the kid I was. I'm not moving backward. I'm just moving toward my true self. Shameless to paint the world with my passion. This is my redemption. I might go back to my normal routine tomorrow, but I'll have me. I'll have the people who care about me, ones I truly care about. Ones I hold close to my heart. Life is beautiful. B-E-A-utiful. fsociety!
Comments
Post a Comment