I never understood how people believe the goverment version of 9/11. It’s as if the world has awknologed a pig wearing a cows mask and they have convinced them self’s it a cow. Remember tower 7? – Dark Political Humor
Hollowed, ruthless, cunning. You speak to each other as if robotic manikin’s. Wired to the machine as if an actor in some grand illusion.
Too Long to retain soulful laughter.
Too Long to catch a spark from your fleeting humanity.
When the conductor pulls this grinding train to a halt and the hostess announces your stop, will you stare with the same blank expression of a manikin, too wired into the floor to imagine continued existence? Too absorbed in you own self interests to reach beyond?
What have you become?
What are you doing here?
If life’s purpose truly lies between the ruffling of little paper notes, then let it feed you when the lights dim over your cold crisp breath.
Freedom is all in the matter of perception. Freedom is an ideal. Everyone of us is born free and will remain so until our death, yet we remain to numb to realize it. Our generation is pathetic. With no common cause, our ideals create our own nightmares, in favour of dreams. In the modern comforts we have awarded ourselves, how dare we moan through our hypocritical tongues.
If there was ever a time for change, it came along time before we ever conceived of the word “free.”
If you want freedom, take it, for its the only action that requires no action at all. Let us not resolve ourselves to our own cage. In plain text, it is time for the revolution of self.
“Someday this whole place is going to burn, is your whole life in there waiting.” – Matthew Good
Often I wonder if you are still out there after our last chat. It’s been along time since I have thought of you and I’m not sure why I am writing to you now. When I found happiness in the present, your usefulness ceased to exist. Yet I am happier now then I have ever been, wondering if anybody is still out there listening? What would that even mean?
I stopped writing because I didn’t want to continuously add to that white noise in the back of your mind, yet I wonder if my words amongst my journal are a waste if they are not shared. If I could inspire someone to do anything, wouldn’t that serve some higher purpose?
I have deleted all of the old content. Expect the upcoming posts to be less useful but hopefully more inspirational. If only one person is moved by these pages, then it has all been a success.
My belief is that perception can completely alter ones reality. The more we perceive the world as a happy place, ultimately the happier it will be. There have always been endless possibilities in your life but its your perception that cages you. A year ago I did not think traveling would be possible for me. I had enough money put away, enough time on my hands and nothing tying me down. I guess it was the fear of the unknown that held me back. More truthfully still, it was the cost. I was becoming more attached to money then to my own happiness. As soon as I was able to convince myself to change my perception, the world opened up to me. I know I will never be rich, nor do I want to be. I know I will never own the nicest car or become a famous musician. I admit I will never become another cog in the wheel. I am happy with “less.” As I see it, its not your wealth or education that cage’s you, it’s your perception of the world around you. Our mistake is in thinking we need all of our accumulated possessions to make us happy and yet life had more meaning before our television, phones, internet and designer cloths. Our excess has defused our values and sense of self, leaving us with this empty void. Even when people have enough, they desperately try to achieve more. One day soon something needs to change. We cannot sustain ourselves on this capitalist system and although everyone is aware of the crisis, no one wants to change. It is a tough thing to change the set of values taught to us at birth.