Aye, if only to be rid of cliche, and unburdened by external imaginary expectation. If the temporal were comprised of that which is infinite and ethereal, then perhaps the unfolding would be less of a romantic comedy and more of a cynical jest. For, in truth, reality is merely your farce. An unwieldy melding of astronomical, yet ignominious aspiration incessantly tempered by the erroneous brevity of sensory comprehension.
Why is this relevant? Why are we content to let the status quo erode into nothingness when it is obviously irreparably antiquated and sputtering uncontrollably into obsolescence.
It’s akin to attaching a scooby-do band-aid to a leak on the Hoover Dam. I do not claim to know anything of economics, but I do know that it is far past time for humanity to posit something more worthwhile in terms of societal structure. To perpetuate based on historical success is asinine and though it may take some time, we as a species must devise a different way to thrive.
If we do not, then our endless prophecies of self-destruction will manifest in Saran Wrapped perfection. This economic downturn is merely symptomatic of a systemic failure in societal structure. We cannot sustain this, nor should we. If we do not continually better ourselves and those around us, then what is the point of anything at all?
Economies, societies and civilizations will and have inexorably risen and fallen. The crux of each of these epochal cries is whether or not we, as a species, are able to garner enough wisdom to progress beyond our predecessors’ transgressions.
News flash: the United States, Europe, and Asia will all fall in their current forms. Some sooner than others, and the fixation on their superficial structure will do nothing but exacerbate our evolution. All of this is ultimately irrelevant, for it’s our survival that’s at stake. Anyone who gives a fuck about futures, hanging chads, or growth is missing the point entirely.
It is not economic growth that we should be striving for, but personal growth in the basest sense. What we need is growth of the kind that will expand our knowledge, understanding, and joy, not an exorbitant accumulation of representations of nothingness that will merely satiate, but ultimately distract us from existence.
Truthfully, your significance is all rather arbitrary. Popularity, relevance, celebrity, and success…these are mostly matters of chance.
Better that you create your own definitions and abide by them, for ultimately it is only your peace of mind that retains meaning. Gasps for help and proclamations of togetherness are merely stop gap solutions which purportedly signify some semblance of transcendence, but in actuality are temporary denials of mortality.
Confoundedly, these wanderous affectations abound incessantly
To and fro, hither and there, this ponderous nature has proven most persnickety
Narrative traditions and ancestral expectations arrest
Upon contact with this particular psyche
A decidedly deluded tryst
A predestined string of ideation of purportedly distilled insanity
A digression comprised of equal parts rumination and decadent innoculation
The supposedly straightforward path is now anything but
For the formerly linear ray has metamorphosed into crystalline refraction
Comprised of innumerable intersections between thought and act
React and retract
That which was foretold by juvenile parables
Has proven to be woefully ignorant
Nothing but a well intentioned tale derided by self-indulgent introspection
The truth lies in the inaccuracy of correct
Which in actuality, is merely a matter of subject
A deduction of continuous weighing
The aimless amble knows no direction
And its result is defined by a lack of resolution
All is well.
werkin’ from 7 to 11, e’ryday…
I need a break. bad.
My falsified abandonment has been internally overstated, and the use of the medium has become somewhat opaque. I have purported grand plans for the sake of dramatism, primarily as an excuse for the dearth of updates. Ideally (emphasis on the ideal), I would like to transition this formally expeditionary journal into an accumulation of quips and photos as I evolve my mediated thought into something more significant (I am coding a website on which I will share my short stories/poetry).
It is difficult for me to progress, despite my immediate revolution, into something worthy of definition. This is a notion somewhat contrary to my mental acumen, which tugs my consciousness ever forward, and I am aware that my ostentatious presentation may dissuade many from following me further. However, this station exists not for the feint, as this medium is a reflection of my unaltered thought.
Until you hear from me, I will be wading through indistinct possibilities. I mean this not to be purposefully nebulous, but to realign you with my internal vagaries.
be well.
About these west winds, I know.
new ideas forthcoming.
