I want to be Critical.

When I say I want to be critical, I wish to be a critical thinker. I want every thought to be a critical thought according to society for the days I am apart of it and providing a part of myself to this life I live.

I want to live an industrialized life that is causing a life to want to be productive as well. There are so many damned lives out there that are wasted away.

What can I do to make a philosophy out of this vernacular we live in each time we decide, "I am going to sit here until I am told to do something." Don't just sit there, you ignoramus!

Go out there and use your talents!

God has taught us to use our talents according to His will and to glorify Him! God has blessed us with intellect, talents, thoughts, emotions, senses, and so much more to use with not only one another, but each other as a whole so that we may grow in an industrialization of His people to go out there and do His work!
This work that is simply His...will communicate messages...messages of philosophy, literature, art, emotions, and thoughts of provoking a critical side of life, itself.

There is an infinite science that is talking to us about progression. What is progression? What is science and progress? What is literature and art together? What is the progression behind communicating a philosophy in an a critical thought in the arts?
What is it?!
I want to know...I want to know how to communicate.
I do not know how to even fathom over such communication, because I cannot even create such an abstract.

The abstract I philosophize over can't even come out straight, which confuses everyone.
My thoughts may be critical, but they're abstract causing all my words to be abstract.
Am I simply an abstract poet deep inside?
Are my emotions at a state of critical that I cannot simply accept because I always think of a way to zip every single one back up within side of me. They're not that critical, just abstract, abstract is lost.

Maybe that's all my thoughts are the meaning, lost. Abstract is lost. Thoughts, lost.


Sometimes I often wonder thoughts that are really filled with intellect and I do not know always how to explain them all because they are rushing at my brain at once.

Have I lost an expression? A sense of expression? How do I express my creativity...again....that's my critical thought for the day.