Old Normal: Beyond Retrieve?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

There is more elbowroom in this world now it is being emptied.

Don't know about you, but I have a strong appetence towards my own freedom. And any attempts at curtailing my God-given right on this planet, tends to, I've noticed . . . bring my dark side to the fore. You're here, like your countrymen, to live and to live freely. Simple. Uncomplicated. No-nonsense. It's the truth. Though, seemingly, not true at the moment - is it? Surely the man or woman you are, wants nothing more than to enjoy your life? Try not to politicize or objectify what I'm saying. Politicizing complicates matters - and we've all had enough of that lately.

 

I'll say it again: we are here to enjoy our lives. We don't want trouble. We do, however, accept the occasional spanner in the works. But these little variables rarely impinge on our day-to-day living for long. Years - even decades - come to pass without a bombshell. Then . . . doomsday arrives: what has been a sequential spiralling of events. A year of unprecedented outcomes - politicized with the kind of incentive not at all concerned with restoring well-being: the welfare of the mind and morale of the people. Faces everywhere reflect the low spirits of a tired global society. I long for what was once so plentiful. Looking back, I now realize it was paradise. Then an alien landed, holding us all to ransom: billions of us, on our own planet, telling us what we can and cannot do.

 

Thrice through the rumour mill, the sign of the times has become a floating concept - and common sense struggles with abstract notions. The daily news and its world-view reinforces those notions. This also includes political spin or sexing up of the world's hot gossip - the politicizing half of the equation.

 

In the meantime, a sense of humour, I believe, can offer much respite amongst the madding crowd, surging forward - so blindly - out of desperation. And satirists, nihilists, free-thinkers can, in their own inimitable way, bridge the gap to whatever lies ahead.


Submitted: January 16, 2021

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JE Falcon aka JEF

A viewpoint well taken. --- Ah, and like they said in London among all the dead. "There was a Little Bird named Enza, and when I opened the window, In-flu-enza.

Sat, January 16th, 2021 10:08pm

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