At a crossroads

There’s nothing inherently wrong if I decide to consign myself to being a cog within the system, but I will inevitably force myself to live with the incessant thought that I am squandering my potential and renouncing my duty in the face of exigent crises.

I won’t be deluded any longer. They cannot hide the truth from me. I will not occupy my consciousness with vapidity. 

They want me to think everything’s okay, that I should just enjoy my life, carefree, to bask in the pleasures of modern society, for the price of my soul, for one-third of my life.

No, and no thank you—I won’t have it.

At this point, the thought of a meaningless, banal, and selfish life is more repulsive to me than death itself. 

I’m going to change the world, or die trying.