When Reconciliation is Unavoidable, and Conforming isn't Reforming

Digression from the true substance of reality is like biting into a delightfully fresh fruit with no teeth. In times when fog clears the mind, one would enjoy avoiding the conceivably apparent fluctuation one's state of mind is subjected to by society; but time prolongs the longevity of one's attention frivolously. Is it only my source of indignation that degrades my perspective of life, or, being so subterranean, it is justifiably ignored when noticed by even the most coherent of us with his or her mental health a factor. Solitude and remembrances dwell, evoking the most abhorrent tastes in your mind; leaving you a sloth in society with no ambition for becoming another tool working on corrupt foundations to mask what has been created for us to live. Conforming to an abutment shape and holding up the works accomplishes nothing more than unnecessary regret after reality comes to. Reluctance to progress or digress the whole of humankind is seen a crime in science's keen eyes and a mistake or waste of space in society's. Hesitation is something to be nurtured not ignored and respected not misinterpreted because it is immutably right and deserves recognition for the thought behind the pause. Regardless, people spew rhetorical questions trying to abate the quality and prevalence of "society's disease." Philosophically, contemplation is a necessity for the foundation which people can pursue the reparation of our faults, bringing true reformation to a culture with subterranean malice. No one will perceive the panhandling man a venerable ascetic but a burden and ultimately a folly of society, although that poses empirical truth by even the most open minded subjects; it is only because of our misdirection these people are judged as sloths and not revolutionaries. Our generation has been tricked out of the health, life, and wellbeing by the past's mistakes, and are asked to help-insinuating the continuation-the inclination by keeping your mouth shut, tolerating the catastrophes, continuing the ways and education, and consuming. What a waste to complain, and what a folly to forget.