Explanation+of+Seclusion

=Explanation of Seclusion= -an autobiography

Prologue:
I have not a single iota of respect in my very being for a society where people do not care. Where people are not compassionate, considerate, or even respectful of their fellow men and women. Where those who can lead stand down for fear of putting themselves in the crosshairs of those who keep the system as it is for the sake of their own benefit in power. Where your inner beauty is not given a single thought and your outer beauty instantly becomes the basis of all knowledge about you. Where there are no chances given to those weaker than the dominant voices. Where __you are judged__. And where you are __judged__ on the superficial values which often are your very appearance, demeanor, or how well you can be "normal" when in reality, these often relate in //no way// to a person's character, feelings, ability, or __potential__.

And by this reasoning, why would I bother telling you my life story? Why would I possibly begin to consider for a moment that you would honestly give a moment of respect to the moments which made me who I am, to the things that may not matter to you yet matter //so very much// to me? Why should I consider that you would begin to comprehend- if you even had the comprehension to understand- my own background and nature? Or if you are compassionate enough to care enough to even try? Or strong enough to stand and say that you //do// care about this, in the face of the modern society which tells you so very often to not? And in this sense, I become what I hate. A thing that doesn't respect, or bother to see the perspective of another being. But in all honesty, I don't see how people just allow themselves to //not// care. People do not care anymore, or value the superficial and unimportant things in this society.

And by this reasoning, I give you my life story.

Chapter One: All That Matters
Thirteen years ago, I was born.