What is Civilization?

As many blogs are about the absorbedness we each experience in our everyday, somewhat mundane experiences, I can't imagine writing about me, and purely me anymore. I know people care, but as much as there is to read out there, who has the time?

In the crowd of crowds, in cities around the world people seek evolution in one sense or another. What about us? What do we each seek? What do have to be afraid of in bettering ourselves? What are we waiting for? For if we are not striving to accomplish anything at all, don't we feel we have somewhere lost our purpose? Even a child seeks something to attain, usually an older age where they are permitted to do as they please. What happens when they get there? Many of them wish they were children again. Remember when your friend says, "Remember the days when we used to play freeze tag outside until mom called us in the house when the street lights came on? Those were the days..." Or...something to that effect? We don't know what we really want. Many of us were raised without morals and values, and goals that help to mold and shape us all around. We are devastated when we lose our way. But there is no need to fear. Just remember, when your values are in question, define and cover your mental--physical---and the spiritual aspects of self. You owe it to yourself to find out who you are. Where you stand, and what you mean. Life is not just something to spend sleeping through, miserable, complaining, dreaming without real expectation. We have rights as we are given the ability to take action. FREE WILL. You are given five digits on each hand, an agile, mainly well functioning body, and cerebral cortex, now go forth and use it and prosper.

I wish I could say more, but that's as narrow as broad messages go.

I love you. I adorn your forehead and cheeks with soft kisses.
I hold your hand in mine and squeeze when I know you are sad.
I take that same hand and palm it with mine, comparing lifelines.
We are on two different roads, but O how our paths have crossed.
I could never stop loving you the way I do, because for the first time
I feel real love. Too bad we live in two different worlds.
Excommunicate. Seperate thought and linear function.
I will imagine you are here in this room with me instead
of just inside of our imagination. We only exist in each others memory.
Calling your name with no response is the most painful part.