Random Prose in The Beginning

The urge to write something on here has fertilized internally into my soul and I yearn to write from it. Like an egg that fertilizes into a woman and creates life, so does my passion to write for my life. I read a suggestion stating that as long as I write the truth - and nothing but the truth - then that is okay. There is nothing more grateful in life than being honest with your soul. While what I am writing now is nothing more than rambling prose I am writing this post in order to comfort myself.
A while back I had written a post stating my life desire to see the world and all aspects of it. I should state that I don’t want to travel to seem like a vlogger who is totally unaware of their surrounding’s and is blinded by their sheer ignorance of seeing the world. I want to see the world in its entirety; the bleak, dull, depressing machinery of life swept out onto the road. I want to see the grime of what life does to the unfortunate. I want to learn how man, who despite his back against the wall, rebels against society and lives. I am not mentioning those unfortunate who are homeless. As I do not believe that anyone who is homeless enjoys being so. In fact, I wish our government did more for them (because I know they easily could). What I am stating is how people can rebel against society and voluntarily live in openness. I feel as though this ideology has already formed in me.
I do not believe that my vision of seeing and living a life where I may very well live day-to-day life unknowingly, as romanticism. I have once lived in a small town of poverty and I have first-hand seen the abandoned buildings, uneven roads and people who are dead but continue to live. How one can live in such circumstances and not scream to insanity is one that is unknown to me. When I was a child, I noticed my surrounding’s as bleak and miserable and fixated on how one can live in such conditions on total comfort. And now, many years later, it calls back my name.