Our times are not defined by heroism
Will Of Dominance
We live in a spectrum of plausible deniability. We have the ability to move and that is where our creative will seems to end. We are stuck-up animals removed from nature forced to live under the guise of moral obligation to succeed. Dumbed down into make-belief systems that are there put in place by people that do not know where we are or what type of lives we live.
There is a constant acceptance of this state of thinking. The perpetual cycle in which we deny our own right to live. To find meaning in this spectacle, this circus we likely call obscenity. If it wasn’t for the thoughts that create a certain barrier. Making the innocent bird think the cage is real.
Obsessed being’s we have become for affirmation. Our intellect is based upon the approval of wilful ignorance. And a sheer motivation to move in a direction that is both nameless and without end. The mouse that finds its way in the maze, knows at the beginning there is no start or end to the charade just an endless loop in which you try to prove to understand the conditions from which terms you never seriously thought about. But nonetheless are abide to follow. Since the child who raises his hand is seen as the black sheep, the misfit, the outsider. Were all supposed to look one way and ignore another for our colors and our way of thinking.
Even though all we do is protest about these topics, these days we are defined and refined by the microcosm in which we have friends that blur out the same talk we do endlessly. Without the notion of where any of these stories go or end up. We are willingly choosing to find nonsense to chat about. To make the worth of it all seem worthwhile. Meanwhile, the stress that is put on every day is like a lazy haze that never leaves.
Whoever thought we would play a game every day of: Who is there? It is not the boogeyman it's the tax dogs that want to rob and take all your money and other worth to make sure, you go about meaninglessly washing away all these hours.
Thinking nothing original whatsoever to make sure you smile at your family. Because the drag is real, were confined animals in cages that are afraid of the sun. Maybe one day it will burn out and we will still feel the last rays of sun in our cubicles of ignorance. This because of the fact, that we will not know anymore what the sun feels or looks like. Because all we have been starring at it in loops. And the belief that tomorrow is going to be better.
But not better by our own motivation, but by some modicum of depression that will wake us up. With the idea that character actually means something. That all these things have a meaning.
That the suffering is optional and that we do not have to obey these monsters and tyrants that say they have our best interest. The interest of robbing every inch of our lives.
And while our will is being diminished into whatever corner they can find. We will still smile because we do not know anymore who we are or what we are. We only know that tomorrow will never come and that while we repeat the same shit every day. And every day is exactly the same. Your neighbor will still not know your name and we’re still confined to our individual belief systems. Because we have been scared into believing that all this time our own body is not real. And until we found out that our soul needs nourishing. I think many will fall because we have obliterated any notion and emotion of our culture. Our war is going to be against ourselves.
Cause the will we once had, is gone and maybe far out. But that is only because we chose to ignore the possibility of a better tomorrow.
It can be any day now. So here we go. Sleep, shit, work, repeat. Till there is nothing left but the obsolete.
