The Initial

Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.

What is a 1st post? A person is judged from their 1st impression, whether it may be at school or at work. So, is that how one would judge a post on a blog? A blog grows with its creator, it matures over time, with the experiences received and events that the creator goes through. The punishment that the creator receives serves as a lesson, transfered into writing, for the world to know his mistake, acts as public humiliation so he will not repeat it again. One can learn so much of a person through a blog, so many hide their thoughts, as a means of privacy. What then does one want to tell the world through his blog if not his thoughts? A blog is a piece of art, improve on it, for it is to shows and expresses what one feels.

We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance.

A baby is born. As it starts to opens its eyes to the world it now lives in, the baby finds a pairs of eyes belonging to a hypocrite, its mother. The doctor who seen through the birth of the child, smiled at the mother, another hypocrite. Surrounding by hypocrites, what chance does this child have to not turn into one? A community dispises and insults someone when he admits to being a hypocrite, so that the entire community is protected from being called so. They are on him like a pack of wolves, eyes filled with the murder, attacking and ripping the ones who tells the truth, for doing what is right, for saving his soul. Who then would admit to being a hypocrite, who would change a hypocrite, who would change himself who is a hypocrite, upon seeing their images being destroyed by the mere thought of change. No man can escape hypocrisy, whether it may be from others or himself. We were fated to meet its charm from the day we opened our eyes. As a baby who desires its mothers attention, so does man towards hypocrisy. What we can do is either join the pack of wolves or change, admitting to being one, and just be steadfast to the thought of change and not cave when the wolves approach...