The whisper.

I know that 99% of all the people who know me, know my ethics, and assume my character are banking on my failure. I will crush them. I will, inevitably, become a humongous douche along the way. I will probably make a Facebook account when I'm thirty, for the sole purpose of posting what I've saved, the things I did out of philanthropy and love for community. But the tiny part of me that drives all of this, that single, burning cog - is my hate for those people, the assumptions that were formed earlier.

They are invisible, but I will consume them all. This is mine.  
I am that puny whisper that delivers seeds across the country on one fine day and tears the roots out of great, arrogant trees on the next. 


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