Dear Diary,

Today as I look back on my life, during my last moments, the mistake I made has finally appear the truth to to me.  My monsters have suppressed my genius for my entire life, everything that has come to me as knowledge, gone, everything I came to know through reason, in dust, everything that I perceived and wonder why, pried for my own hands and thrown in the trash.  These monsters are like a curtain draped over me that does not light my light shine through, they told and taught me how to think, but in reality they shoved inside the box with no breathing room.  My own ideas and conviction stuck within the confines of my own mind, a voice deep inside of me, tells to let them out, but the monsters make me not let my genius gleaming light prevail. I could have done so much but my monsters guarded the prison cell I was stuck in.

My monsters started when I was just a child.  They etched knowledge into my head, and the monsters gave me all the tools to think, and to formulate ideas and conviction, but they never let the my light shine. Whenever I shone my brilliant unique gleaming streak of blinding light, I was put out quickly by the same people who gave the ability think.   My knowledge that came to me both a priori and a posteriori, was rejected by the monsters and myself.

I had great ideas to revolutionize the way are cities functioned, making everyone’s life much better.  More wildlife would be left untouched, traffic would never be a problem, the aesthetics would be pleasing.  Then the mistake I came to know though deep introspection came into play,  I blocked my own gleaming light.  The gleam that can never be shut off be, but can be blocked.  I see the bright dancing gleaming light as a flashlight that is always on with no off switch,  so you cannot turn the light off, but the monsters and myself could still put a hand over the spewing creativity.  Now that I’m almost gone I beg all others to hold your gleam flashlight close and guard your uniqueness with your life.  To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Imitation is suicide.”