Preface

I don’t know why but I have this compulsive need to express myself. I feel this need, more of a moral obligation really, for output. I think this compulsion is born out of jealousy rather than good virtue for I’ve seen people who are satisfied with the most trivial of stuff. I don’t want to be condescending but I have seen people much more undeserving than me getting opportunites and doing not the worst but certainly not the best with them. Not that I am sure that I will certainly do better but opportunities are needed. I have desire but no motivation. I want to be so much more than a slave of a monotonous lifestyle and society. I want.