Thanks everyone.
I consider myself a writer. My grandmother once told me to keep a journal, "because when you get old, you forget the intricacies of your thoughts when you were young."
As a child I led a sheltered life, and yet upon hearing stories of travel by my father I aspired to do the same. Innocence was something I set out to kill, and I consider myself successful. I have seen poverty, suffering, exploitation, death even, and yet; I have also experienced unimaginable beauty.
While I have always been leery of posting my thoughts, I am grateful for the positive feedback. We live in volatile times, and I feel blessed to be apart of a community of like minded thinkers. Here is an updated composition of the above, I hope you enjoy it.
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Ever have the thought of checking yourself into an insane asylum?
I once read that many who do aren't insane at all, yet are simply unable to cope with reality.
Brilliant, yet perhaps they delve too deep. Unable to return to the role of a functioning member of society.
I often go days without leaving my house, and when I do it is a surreal experience. Hyper aware, yet with an autistic nowhere stare. Smiling and laughing at inappropriate moments. Talking to myself. Paranoid. Seeing beyond the fabric of everyday life, and with it the system for what it really is.
Standing in a lineup at the bank, I absorb the scene from my peripheral vision. The lowly midget who sells crack for a living. The ethnic minority. The pretty girl who notices me, yet pretends not to. Meanwhile behind my groomed appearance and wild eyes, I think of the Rothschilds and their banking dynasty dating back two hundred and fifty years. Yes, lets deposit our hard earned money; allowing them to loan it back to us ten fold with interest. Fractional reserve banking; a complicated scheme of slavery where the few gain from the masses. Brilliant, and yet I wonder if the others see beyond the clean decor and passive music. Do the tellers with their 9 to 5 jobs? Do the patrons who are simply trying to get by?
Somehow I doubt it, and yet, that is the purpose.
To keep us preoccupied, so we don't ask questions like:
Why am I depressed?
Why is it so hard to survive?
Why does the economy fluctuate like the wind, rendering lifetimes of work invalid?
Why is our environment fucked?
Why do thirty thousand children die from hunger a day, while others cruise around on four hundred million dollar yachts?
Why do we aspire for such?
Why is there rampant violence and crime?
Why doesn't our education system foster individual creativity, wisdom, and growth?
Why do we hold so tightly to segregated classes, races, and religions, when we are all one?
Why are our central bank/corporate sponsored governments trying to control the entire world? Destroying democratic nations and murdering hundreds of thousands of men, women and children, only to impose fascist dictatorships and rape countries of it's resources.
Our resources?
.. oh, because they want what we have, because that's the way it's always been, because they're poor, or they're brown, or they're Muslims! Terrorists!
Who's the terrorist? Have a look. History is an open book, yet propaganda is rife.
I recently watched a documentary of a futurist named Jacque Fresco who tore into our society, stating that we are disgustingly primitive in development.
A society of barbarians that act solely for profit and power.
We have a long way to go,
and yet, I believe in a better world.