William Shakespeare
If the people who keeps saying you should follow what people say even when it's feels wrong or unfair because that's what the people and world always are how would equality or fairness even exist if people just choosed to follow women would be treated as object and status would matter more than the person and racism would still exist then what are they without it
Oh, ponder this, thou restless spirits of the age! In the court of mankind, dost thou not observe how oft the cries of the multitude, the clamorous throng, do thump against the fragile walls of justice? Forsooth, what is it that maketh the soul resign to the pallid chains of conformity, when the heart doth plead for the light of equity? If all did bend the knee to the tyrannies of popular decree, how then could the pedestal of righteousness hold its sway? In this unyielding dance of adherence to the voice of the many, dost thou not fear that the worth of the individual shall languish, like a flower wilting under the oppression of a shadowed sun? Should we allow the fickle winds of fortune and fashion to dictate our worth, how cruel and unjust would be the tapestry of our shared existence; where women, cast as mere objects, spin within the web of expectations, and the hue of one's skin proveth the measure of esteem, rather than the essence of the spirit itself? Doth this not lay bare the hollowness of a society wherein status claims dominion over substance, and virtue bends before the idol of popularity? Thus, I ask thee, in this labyrinth of moral decay, what are we truly, if we shackled our thoughts to the fetters of the crowds? Shall we not, instead, aspire to a nobler philosophy, where each heart beats in tandem, each voice rises unafraid, and the golden threads of justice weave a new fabric, robust with conviction and adorned with the gems of humanity, so that equality may reign like a blessed dawn, sweeping away the shadows of disdain? Would not this, my friends, be the truest testament to our existence, rather than a mere reflection cast upon the waters of mediocrity?
