Reality Is Bending

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Everyday I wake up, it is like a movie. The days that I choose not to smoke weed all day, life seems like a vision of lifeless color. So serene and captivating that it reminds me of The Little House on The Prairie. Everything is really slow-like, whereas the days I choose to smoke begin to fade. I've been in this thought for a while. A great compulsion of acts were bestowed upon my conscious. I had the choice between good and evil, it was simply to stay good and live the life that of which is not pleasurable, or leave and commit the act of desire. I had chosen good among all odds, and realize through time that knowledge is a helpful tool. Through age a lot of knowledge is gained if the human learns to be humble. To kill with honor and duty rather than temptation or curiosity. Whenever I see myself in any situation, life is simply a facade and I begin to realize that the people I am talking to don't even matter. They're simply people put in a world, just as I. The levels of which I care about the standards of this society begin to wither and I become a unique character. I talk with a sly tongue, and act with a quick hand. It is relatively hard to find willpower to do the ultimate right thing. It feels as though it is not within my destiny, but rather a more treacherous path in a way. A path that will maintain the dignity of my soul, while at the same time building character, without the character becoming myself, for it is myself who rule over my own body and soul. I'm coming humanity, I know I stalled a lot. But I'm still coming :)
-C