Ramblings of a Madman
Life unfolds despite the complexities of humanity tainting this energy with our desperation to understand incomprehensible cosmic orders. Memory becomes a formidable opponent, binding us to a past that haunts our dreams and creating a lens through which we fear the future.
Who we were, who are are, and we we are becoming. This sense of self that’s defined by past, present, and future, all entangled in a web we call destiny. Purpose. Life.
Hopeless, we fall to the depths of unknown. Deeper inside ourselves. Isolated by the societal construct of technology and dopamine hits. To be someone of importance is to give up identity and assimilate to the limitations we humans have placed upon ourselves in this greedy world.
But how can one assimilate into that clockwork when our own cogs and gears are clouded with the obscurities of our past? We know too much. We’ve seen too much to ever be content in a world dictated by growing fascism. So we flail around in this dark abyss of a prison society has developed over the years. Screaming into this void for a better life that surely won’t come.
We cling to what little hope is offered in the dark. Acting in small ways of rebellion. Unplugging from technology. Utilizing identity. Creating safe space for cultural differences. Developing deeper friendships around a pillar of genuinity and groundedness. Drama and superficiality no longer fuels the fire of our desires. And that’s when we realize how far we’ve grown. Our past self and our present branching away from each other to forge the sword of hope.
If our own essence refuses to be placed in a mindless machine, and we discover more friends along this journey, then, together, a new world can be constructed. A better world where personal development and authenticity are achievable in whatever shape that formulates as.
No longer does the average human crave the methodology of rules forced down upon us. Instead this generation will rise from the ashes of forgotten, with the abyss of unknowing upon our shoulders, and we will overthrow the privileges of comfort bestowed upon a select few.
The days are numbered where the catastrophe of forced numbness reigns. Disorder: the shield barreling through this heartless order. Authenticity: the armor. Hope: the sword. The wheels of change are nigh.
The more details we imagine of a future that brings joy and justice, the more we shed the burdens of corrupt generational ideologies. The lenses that once were glued to our eyes become broken and replaced with this hope.
But hope is not enough. Through action, we rise. Through deliberate rebellion circumventing the status-quo, growth begins. Our hope shines a light for others to begin imagining and through our conscious actions we can pave the way to a newness we deserve. Every minor detail creates a ripple along the way, ensuring the inevitable collapse of fascist ideology. Hopeful action roots itself into the embodiment of those cold cruelties, afflicting the heart of torment long before decapitation.
Keep hoping. Don’t settle. And most importantly, stay true to yourself. The wheels of change are nigh.
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Alyssa
