Four Years of Teaching

It seemed for four years that we pursued the right path.
That ignorance of that which we thought below us was just.
That the ability to manipulate, to skate, to use intellect to avoid thought
was a point of superiority.
That the people we knew were the only ones that cared,
when all along we cared the least.

It seemed for four years that knowledge was something we possessed.
And that the capacity to easily comprehend information was enough to consider ourselves knowledgeable.
But we weren't knowledgeable.
We didn't seek knowledge. And that, in itself, is the greatest indication of it's absence.

You reach a point in your life when you wish you knew more.
You wish you had sought and absorbed more along the way,
because as the world develops, as a person develops, we seek passion.
And passion without knowledge is a passing fancy,
while passion with knowledge defines who you are.
And we are all seeking definition.

So you spend your time defining yourself,
frantically gathering knowledge that has backlogged
while you were trying to ignore it,
to fuel what you now yearn the understand.
But then how do you explain yourself to those who still do not care?
Those who can not see that your definition has not changed,
but has only come into existence?
Those who continue to ward off their own definition with nonchalance,
who can only see the union of passion and knowledge as fanaticism,
as a reverse evolution of the mind,
as a detriment to maturity?
Those who see growing up as a slow easing into objectiveness,
a quiet acquiescence to disinterest,
an acceptance of skepticism?

How do you explain to a generation of conditioned indifferents
that the ultimate reward of maturity is the achievement
of a childlike passion in what makes you happy?
That age grants you the ability not to see your whims with stark, hopeless realism,
but to regain the romanticism of childhood aspiration?
How do you explain to them that those who join passion and knowledge
are the revolutionaries that cynics,
those who refuse to take up renewed hope in the world's improbabilities,
entertain themselves by discrediting?
How do you explain to them that the cristicism of dissenters can not affect the passionate,
but that the passionate can affect the world?
How do you explain that they are suffocating themselves?