Somewhere along the way we lost the plot
A long while ago the internet would have not had the breakthrough it is having on life, a perpetual cycle of discontent and discontentment. Creating an atmosphere of infertility for everyone.
Involving these algorithms and adjustments is a sophisticated dialogue that entails that you are either the best or that you do not understand the point. There is no bandwidth in this discussion your either a fool or a coward for not standing up or not standing straight. There are no moral guidelines here, it is a spider web where you will be caught in a tangle however you turn.
The upside to this is that we view everyone as a potential hazard, the downside is that no one wants to think for themselves anymore. We live in a system where we have now copy cats of the parents. Grandparents aren’t even in the picture they saw something happening they thought avoided when the war ended, by making sure our parents would enroll in school and get work. What they didn’t know is that our parents would become like virus seekers, where ever we would turn they would want to protect us for the glooming evil. The potential that we might be inflicted in the pain of achieving to step beyond our borders.
It is strange to know that our parents hid us away from pain. From having to go through malfunctions and hazardous times, to actually achieve knowledge to what we are capable of.
It is even stranger to learn that somehow we are palpable to agree on whatever is being said about this. O but wait it is not their fault they will learn eventually they will spiritually enlighten in the end. But somehow the end never comes, and wherein the comfort bubble of comfort bubbles. Where we know we will be safe and sound always. No mental torment no crisis just everyday life on repeat.
Raving about this would be disappointing but fair enough. Somehow along the way, we lost the plot, considering that we know that struggle brings virtue. We always figured the world would be better off with safe spaces and everywhere and anywhere where you can express yourself. Now we have mediums that promote hashtags and slogans about know your worth and you're my inspiration. Not maybe I could live up to becoming different or I will lead to that astray path. The paved road seems to be the logical conclusion.
Unless this is going to clash immensely. We are seeing that if you think about it. What is happening is that everyone is virtue singling for proof and for acceptance of the infertile. The apocalypse is our own emotions and thoughts. They are in jeopardy of becoming stress instead of stretch yourself.
There are weird arguments going on and on about what is right. How we could better behave, but the actual diagnoses for a sane person is far out of reach. There is no point anymore proving that something could be done, to ensure that our freedom stays our freedom. Were on the edge of glorifying that anyone could predict and dictate how and what we should say. That anyone has proof and can proof of what is right and wrong. The issue is were no experts.
If we would lose our habitat and would be forced to engage from disengagement, we would be stunned with trauma and torment. Because we would be smothered in guilt, see3ing that we have no social contract living in our immature systems anymore. We would need to reinvent speech and learn how to look at each other in the eye and not lie. To come up with solutions and conclusions because we have been hiding in grief and greed. Languages has become secondary nonchalant talking has become a priority. We live in the echo chamber of persistence. Where anything can be a point and end in no point.
Our structure of thinking has become like an ape discovering the glass is no mirror just that people are constantly making fun of you. IN the hope the cage will open tomorrow, we wait for closing time, so we can distract ourselves with the feces that are kept in our storage units. Our miles and miles of thought and no consequential deed has been done.
But to prove that the system is winning, because were wining about nothing. And yet every day is exactly the same. And this torment will end in shame. Not with us but with the future generations. Realizing we messed up the system of allocation. Eventually triggering the global warming of resistance against ourselves. Because we are meant to overcome and conquer something deep inside our soul. This is not coming to fruition in the current established order, we call life. Now that we lie, and lie we know that when we look back every day. At some point, the kids will ask, what is gone wrong.
Where we will answer, it is going to be fine. Because fine is the guise under which the generation is surmised and mired. Our feet are made of clay and our minds made of fairy dust. We can call ourselves redundant data. Social media proves we will hang on to any corner to make sure. OUr point comes across. When eventually we realize the whole room is already empty.
