Privilege

Could it be the constant flow and shift of metaphysics that enable me to dabble in verbal and nonverbal linguistics? Before I recite this, let me calibrate my recent research and hypothesis; dreams and economy are intertwined, and the economy seems to be controlled by those few with so much power, now I see the utter importance of living out each minute contained within the hour. Does the subtlety of my anxiety increase my walls and keep others from meeting the real me, and if so, how can a young man whose really and old soul learn to shake off the fears and regain control?
With such intellect and a love based perspective, my reflexive is of one who is reflective, respected and morally erected. In a society where the nice one’s finish last, negative gets portrayed as positive, positive gets overlooked and misread, I discredit the figure heads and learn more about the oneness of life instead. And even though the cash flow ain’t coming in steadily, the bakers makes the bakes sweet, so I know the measure of my life does not rely solely on the dough, however, my aspirations are to alleviate the stresses of others and if currency is a conduit for this pilgrimmage then I see it as a privilege.