Honest, Not Uplifting
Tonight, as I was looking at my Facebook, I was struck by an epiphany. As if my eyes were opening for a second time. And I saw right through the fake allure of it. The smoke and mirrors and the shiny dangling keys that were everything pop culture wanted you to indulge in. And I thought instantly of every picture Iâ€™d ever seen or any headline or article Iâ€™d ever read that depicted a poor country suffering from genocide, disease, and in general the really short end of the frigginâ€™ stick. Or of a business being taken to court over monstrous acts, which usually devastate a large demographic of innocent people. Who they claimed they were â€œtrying to helpâ€Â when they wereÂ really just being manipulative, greedy, and will probably get away with it anyway. I felt as if for a split second, I had woken up from the hazy mind vice that is the neon lights, bright colors, and hypnotizing eyes staring back at you. And I began to dream.
I dreamt with my eyes open. I dreamt I wanted to live in a world where I could throw my laptop out the window and nobody would care. Where I knew everybody’s phone number by heart, and I could just crack my smart phone in half because I didnâ€™t need it. Where I wasn’t troubled by the Internet, because it never knew I existed. No, I didnâ€™t want to live in the 60′s or 70′s. I just wanted to live in a simpler world. Without confusion, without chaos, without senseless death or useless greed. Without corrupt men in ties who run businesses that pay for the destruction of our planet, our home, and every living thing on it. Without fanatics who cannot hear reason, cannot speak without yelling, andÂ cover-ups, falsities, or bullshit propaganda. Where people give a damn. Where people are aware.
I dreamt of a world that was true. That had a chance at existing. But something about everything this generation has accomplished, for good and bad, something about the path Man has chosen dictates to me, quite clearly, that somewhere down the line we missed the turn. Missed it by a long shot. I hold back tears when I read this over, because I got one of those feelings, you know? One of those feelings that as much as we do, as hard as we try to right all the wrongs, to make everything right, as hard as the good fights against the evil, it just wonâ€™t be enough somehow. Not in my lifetime, probably not even in the next. . .
Please, do your generation, your planet, yourself a big favor; read the newspaper, know your history, watch the news. Know whatâ€™s happening. Please. Please. Please. Donâ€™t feed the machine. If nothing else, itâ€™ll make you a much better person. Help you help the World help you.