Plastic Angel With Paper Wings

You're probably wandering what the blog title is about. To be honest, I haven't given it much thought.

It just came to me. But I guess if I have to give a meaning to it, it's about how shallow people are these days, about how they give up anything to fit in. Why do they do it? Beats me. Perhaps they're scared of loneliness.

Perhaps they fear that their life will be in vain and everyone will forget about them. And so they seek for salvation in the wrong places. They think that if they become like the others they will be acknowledged. It's actually sad to see that they believe fading away and giving up all that makes you special will make others see you as special. In the end they loose all that really matters to them and become like plastic puppets. It doesn't mean they're not special, it just makes them special in a plain way, traces or shadows of the innocent beings they used to be. I guess all that's left are the paper wings, nothing but another symbol of how plain they've become. Wings are our hope, they are what take us high when we are lonely. So high that we can shout all we want and no one can hear us. Fears, insecurities, every bad aspect just goes away in front of hope. But when you give up what you are, and join society, you don't find yourself, you loose your hope. You're left with nothing except white paper and no pen to write on it with. But then again, you have nothing left to write on it anyway...Here's my advice, you're dead wrong if you think everyone has to like you. Public image is truly important in life, but it means nothing if building it requires letting go of what you really are. No matter what kind of person you are, there will always be someone to accept you for your true self. If you are weak enough to change your way of life because of what others say, the paper wings you have left will eventually burn out in the atmosphere and you will take a fall.
After reading this you might think: What about you? Are you any different from the people you call shallow?
Well here's my answer: I'm not the one to decide that. All I can tell you is that I'm glad I turned out the way I did, I'm proud of the person I am now, and  I'd never give up my life for anything. There are things I regret not doing, but that is what life is all about, sacrifice, the principle of equivalent trade, if you get something you want, you give up something else, whether you are aware of it or not. Loosing a few battles isn't a reason to stop fighting for what's worth dying for.
And now I ask you:
               Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
               Are you out there on the front lines, or at home keeping score?
               Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
               Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?
                                                                                                    
                                                                           Rise Against-Architects