Either you are trolling hard or you have to be.kidding with this thread.
What is the point when all you are is a.rich person. I hate that. Wealthy people that sacrificed and worked hard for their fortunes don't identify
with the crap they have. That is why they achieved it. They kick some serious ass and made their dreams possible. Their kids on the other hand
usually identify with the wealth they were born to and classify themselves as "rich". WTH is that? You can not BE the sum of the sh** you have. It is
nice to have it but that does not afford you a personality or an identity.
The point? LIFE, that is what.
I grew up in a messed up family. When my sisters left to college and my dad had already moved out after a LONG divorse I was left with my mother. She
was fighting depression and trying to get her life together. I was 14 and too smart for my own good. I started down a path of self destruction. What
saved me and gave me purpose were my friends (BROTHERS). We became eachothers family. We did the little things for eachother that no one could for us.
We were eachothers purpose.
I got really into hardcore underground music. I found that it reflected the brotherhood and family my close friends shared. I had 3 friends from our
tight nit group that were into the same scene. We would go to shows, drink, sing, laugh, get bloody, wake up after sleeping on NYC side walks, all
that good stuff. The crowd in the NYHC scene was like us.
Broken homes, problems, missery, working class, blue collar trash, some were not just dirt poor but homeless. They, we were happy though. As long as
we had eachother we were doing good. We were the scum of society. Wasted youth, forgotten, hated, anti social. But to each other we were more than
acceptable. We were preferred. We could walk into any town or neighborhood for a show anywhere in the country,and need some one to talk to, help us
if we were in trouble, lose our money not have a ride home, be lost, what ever and we were there for eachother. A perfect stranger would offer us a
place to crash, words of wisdom and friendship or a ride home WELL OUT OF HIS WAY.' What ever was needed. We were a community of lost souls that took
care of eachother.
That exists in many forms in society. We may have an imperfect world full of imperfect people like us, but we have eachother. The homeless Guy who is
just really hungry and cold has that stranger that sees him and buys him a hot cup of coffee and a sandwich, or just talks to him like a human being.
The woman crying alone on the bus for whatever reason she was, has that stranger that sits next to her and hands her a pack of tissues and asks her if
she wants to talk about it. That kid who gets beat up everyday because he is different has that fellow outcast that stands up for him and defends him
against all odds for nothing in exchange. There are many examples.
That is worth Living for. Cold, hungry, sad, outnumbered and utterly defeated. Shamed and humiliated and a walking wreck of self hate. We are not
alone, we have each other. We are wealthy in true love and purpose. We are honored to be who we are for eachother. Together we hold it down.
That is why. That is the purpose. That beyond the uncertainty of life's missery and fortune, we assure the companionship of eachother along the way.
Never alone, never forgotten.
Nothing less than the true nature of humanity. Family.
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