realization: nothing great comes out of the middle class. as a whole, and speaking very generally, we are too complacent. there is no drive. no desire to change the world. (ex that, no functional desire to change the world). we have no horses bearing down on us, threatening to trample us. we work to make our lives happier and more comfortable, not better. or right. we streamline ourselves for individual happiness and turn blinders on to the things that are broader in scope. great men rarely emerge from the middle class. successful is different than great. without great passion we are doomed to live an insignificant life. repeated by millions of others doing exactly the same thing. only in a different color. we are the white middle class suburban kids who buy rap music. we fight no great fights because to us, there are no great fights. we scream only when we’re poked. and not on general principle. we're easily amused. easily entertained. easily placated. we lack motivation. we lack vision. our goal is removal from the mainstream, yet here we are, in the mainstream. we’re americans.



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