calling upon all the underdogs

Because I am so in love with the street's personality that just screams the face of individuality and self-made obligations. In facing the literal need to survive, one could not bother to be fake. And when they succeed, they'd smile widely and brightly. There is no need to mask them with forced humility. I mean, it's a very noble trait - that's why it's kinda eye-cringing to see it so reduced to a cheap make-up tool, moreover so when it's poorly executed.


Idealist, rosy and naive? Obviously - for 'smart' people.

But putting emphasis on their negativity is too mainstream. Way, wayyy too mainstream. Heck, the emphasis on negativity itself is mainstream. Not just for the so-called-poor population, people are even complaining about those "first world problems" now. "Positivity and optimism are childish fairy tale materials", they say. "They are signs of naivety and lack of knowledge."

Yet, people are yearning to be happy. They takes pictures of 'happy' things, re-blogs 'happy' motivations. But it is often questionable whether they believe in happiness in the first place.

As one happy and content man, a humble bartender from a run-down district, said, "I just don't get your lifestyle. It's too messy and self-contradicting to be real."

But I digress. Again, obviously. This is for me.

And this is how it becomes another motivation for me to finish what I need to do now, to start working on what I want to do now: sending these piling messages around, subtly infusing them into a barely recognizable forms. That I love.