Friday, June 24, 2011

I'm at war with the world
'Cause I ain't never gonna sell my soul
I've already made up my mind
No matter what, I can't be bought or sold

-"Awake and Alive" by Skillet

I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
-John Galt from Atlas Shrugged

I sell my time, nothing else. I don't sell who I am, and that sets me apart. I feel like how people treat Saskia in Charles deLint's worlds: awkward at the magic I hold inside myself, even if they can't identify what it is that sets me apart.

Ayn Rand's words, as much as I support them, some of her ideologies just don't match my worldview. I will neither live for the sake of another, nor ask another to live for mine, but it is not something that comes as easily as it does for her characters. Too often I feel like Peter Keating from The Fountainhead, knowing how things should be but unable to acheive them. That's not to say I blame anyone else for my shortcomings; I know it is entirely up to me who I am, and my own inability keeping me from who I could be.