Have you ever felt your heart cracking up? Not the expression no, the literal meaning.
I have. I’m feeling it right now.
We live in a world where society, an empty entity, has got us by the throat. We live our life in fear of society but are we not society itself? It scares me how public opinion, a force that should be ours, is no longer ours to control but ours to fear and obey. We joke about selective hearing, listening, reading, and thinking, but that is exactly the irony of it. We tend to joke about reality.
I’m person of great belief, hope, faith, and optimism (I’m listing them all in a hopeless try to keep them within.) I feel like we have finally arrived to a world where freedom is our key-less shackles, where freedom of speech is a treacherous friend, and freedom of thought is a prison, where I and so many others, live in everyday.
Why am I even writing these words?
In the hopes of someone hearing the muted screams behind my every brush of ink? Or for the sake of naivety… that these might change something in the world someday? ( It’s pathetic, I wanted to say the world but changing the world seems so far away). Even for those cursed enough to know that globalization and connectivity only seek to tear us apart, solitude now seems like the only viable solution. I have so many thoughts to say and even more letters to add but because I want someone to read these words I shall refrain from saying them out loud.
Human rights? Shallow ideas for the shallow minded.
Excuse my words, I’d fight for an ant being stepped upon but what’s the use when you’re in turn being stepped on by that soulless entity, society. We speak of freedom each in his own mind but in a group we seek to be civilized. It’s sad because the definition of ‘civilized’ here is actually scared and oppressed. We seek that? Yes we do. With every man we reject, with every friend we neglect, we do.
I am so far off topic now it’s futile to try and go back. A world where a father would not only dare think of it, but would even say it to his son, “You are no longer my son.” Tears dwell up in my eyes but of what use? I’ll never give that kid his childhood back; or the father his parenthood.
We have spun uncontrollably out of order and sanity yet we speak of norms and society.
Truth and Freedom, golden promises aren’t they? I am someone who believed/believes in the genuine good in people. But if people have thrown out the good and replaced it with hate and prejudice, what good can ‘good’ do me anymore? We advance in time yet step back in mind. I now believe we have hit our climax as a species a long time ago where discoveries actually required an effort outdoors and not a click on all fours. We are stepping back down towards collapse and chaos for we have forsaken love. The world needs a taste of hate to appreciate the love we have… we had?
I wrote these words in the hopes that someone would read them and understand the sadness boiling inside of me but all I’ve done now is throw you more off course because I am afraid of these words falling in the wrong hands. Society only serves as a magnifying glass to our own judgment of ourselves. We are hated for loving the wrong person. Again we go back to the definition of ‘wrong’ that set by an empty entity, society. I have heard and read so much about love in religion, in books, in our community and everywhere I go to the point where I really felt that love could drive us as a species someday. Yet we chose hate, prejudice, discrimination and selfishness to be our driving motives. The central theme has always been love as it should be always. Yet I have found love only in pages left for the dust to cover, and in words left in the wind to hover, as we are left in the cold to suffer. The hope in me denies me the pleasure of ending these words with sadness but every time I end up saying more and understanding less. I shall keep my faith and hope within reach for the sake of faith and hope. H-H
