We; The Children

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

I'm honestly not sure what to put here, it was just an idea when I started typing on it...Hope it's decent!

  For a while now I've personally been struggling to really pin down my idealogy on what 'life' meant to me and also with my recent increase in awareness of the systems at large; corporate; amusing, addictive. We've become a culture where we were caught in a cycle of media(all forms of media) and changed in a way that history itself wasn't ready for. 

I often sit back and wonder as to about my past, all the terrible memories and how I had to experience them now as an adult... it's like a mental scar that flares up in phantom pain when you're unfortunate enough to have to relive a traumatic experience... And then I wondered as to how even though my own past is plenty painful, there are so many others like me who have all experienced these terrible sorts of things, potentially victims of present day media themselves, maybe prodded in just the right ways one too many times; perhaps this isn't the case, but I find myself thinking about it nonetheless... But my point is that I notice that when people around my age open up to me, they've all got a genuinely bad experience(s) themselves and that really makes me wonder; these "children" that some people seem to think are at risk and there are some, in a time when things have become so fractured that we can barely disern between our family and ourselves, and who can rightfully blame them? It's like the aforementioned systems that be and prosper, continuously drive division in one shape or another; one party or another; one group or another; one gender or the other;man and woman;boy and girl; one race or another; one religion or another; being able to live without a phone or at least those with the internet. I know this may not help my case at this point but for my reasons as to why I say such an extreme thing I would say in a heartbeat that this certainty comes from being a new father, that and I would also suggest "Welcome To The Internet" by Bo Burnham, the man makes a strong case.

  To sum my above thoughts, I'd go so as to say that I believe that when phones got the internet, a part of us were...subsumed, maybe taken from us, a core, integral part of us that maybe a lot of us haven't figured out how to get  back in touch with, but in a world where we're groomed in public school systems to be subserviant, not free to create and innovate the way that all of us with a spark of creation can make and that spark is for all things living! That aside, we've been consumed...and now we consume, we consume the biggest movies, we consume entirely too much waste food or fast food, we consume the latest fashion, we consume the latest trend, we consume the messages, subliminal in delivery; we consumed the news, they are the way of life; they consume our attention and ideas; our ability to think critically in danger, because we consume too much. Our plane, my way of saying planet, dies while we consume the tech that big corporations use to keep us amused as they use our own planet to ultimately kill us in our lethargy... That's kind of a freaky thought, sorry if I freaked you out as the reader of whatever this is turning out to be. But to close these particular thoughts, with the level of indoctrination that has been implemented on the vast majority of the 'middle guy or the average joe', one could begin to understand just what kind of human trimming systems of machine could do with an algorithm and our susceptibility to needing a need for a friend that we'd rather fill with our phones, or our games, or our prejudice and rage...

But I do believe something beyond the shadow of a doubt and that's that we all as humans have the capacity to make peace and not just with others, how could we be at peace with them if we're not at piece with ourselves? How does one get to be at peace with himself and his traumas? Does the internet and all around media, including social, in case that needs to be said at this point, stunt my ability to be at peace with myself? Is this intentional? Why? Why is this particular thing this way when it work function so much better for anyone wanting to preserve human life in tandem with the appropriate respect and love for nature that maybe once upon a time, we used to? What kind of system or machine or some horrid combination of the two, with every tool at their disposal, would allow these conditions to call on humanity? Does this way of life resonate and complete me? Why not? Are the systems still working? Are people starting to come out of their reverie or mold that a tragic past shaped and cemented as a shell to stop what a 'true' 'you', a oneness between your thoughts and self, a balance, could be? If I stop believing in these systems, do they cease to have control over me?

  I think...we, the culmination of humanity, are all indivual stars, fallen out of the energy of what I could speculate was our 'universe' and somehow we end up in these weird meat sacs until we rot to the ground in it; at least this is what the average take on it at this time in history probably is. Anywho, so we're stars right, trapped in this weird flesh thing that we know nothing about and we know nothing about any 'Concept' or 'Idea', let alone what a world is; to me, this is pretty close to what the big bang is as far as existing goes. It's kind of like being born from a place of void, a burst of energy and life upon becoming 'conscious for the first time'! Isn't that kind of cool?

  We meet our mothers and hopefully our fathers, we bond with them, we're guided and nurtured to a complete understanding of the world and our ability to impact it with our ideas, presence, and innovation, and we move on to the world away from our parents, to fend for ourselves with hopefully enough preparation so that you may and do prosper in a world that isn't meant for you to prosper in. Our time is steeped, saturated with amusements, all sorts of ways to look elsewhere and not at the things that are holding us back from wanting to be at piece with our memories and our selves. These familiar systems are broken or stretching to the point of uselessness; these are the systems that produce an indivdual who can think for themselves and resist the allure of beautiful distractions and corrosive ideas that come with strings attached. 

  We are stars, energy from a reserve of what could only be creation itsself and we don't think that that's special in and of itself and in each and every one of us that breathe air from this plane of existence. We the people, the mass of brilliant, bright, hopeful, creative, and innovative creatures that stars fell into; we can shape our plane the way we want to and we need to become more aware of that fact in a very short period of time. Our alternatives...are not good. I personally don't think that billionaires and corporations backing them(banks) are really considering how to be humanitarian in the slightenst when they're killing our planet while keeping us entertained; in the meantime, to a point to where in the unlikely scenario that they even deem it worth their time to take any number of us along with the day of exhaustion comes, while the systems implemented by those that would make their peace with this cluttered systems of parasitic 'self paralyzes' aim to go to new planes, to maybe start the cycle again with those of us that they 'save' from 'their' actions. Or maybe they ditch the humans, and settle for the indiginous life there for a total restart of their system. That's just a thought though...an alarming one...

I want those of who make it this far, I want to end with one last train of thoughts. I believe that there are those of who, who maybe resonate with even some of what I've typed on this application. If you did, I want you understand that I want to help you, I want to listen to all those bad experiences and help with the balancing of the self and one's thoughts. Unfortunately I feel as if very hard times are ahead for all of us. I've got so many ideas on everything and not the energy to write them at this juncture in my writing. A time is coming where we'll need as many friends as we can, of all backgrounds, all races, genders, political views, where all were welcome. I realize that this sounds pretty romantic and corny, but I had an idead not too long ago.

  I wondered as to what might happen if one might just stop worshipping a system that perpetuates their suffering and focus on land, on gardens, flowers and maybe even crops; crops that you'd never have to guess to the origins of to eat. If our greatest concern was the preservation of our plane in it's natural beauty while also being creative and innovative, but in a way that doesn't kill our nature and our waters! We have the power to stop this, but I understand that this is a monstrous, herculean task and that's why we need each other; to come together with a goal and will to be the cogs that stall a series of machines running systems above our realm that would bear no well wishes for us as humans. 

It took a few to make these chains of forced laber and enslave us to our subsumed brainwashing obedience, but we the many, have all the real power, if we'd only unite, truly putting our percieved differences to the side so that we may help tend to the garden of  that is our plane(t) instead of idly standing by while we allow money to eat us from the ground up and at the cost of the very thing that provides us with life. It's...pretty wild of a thing for a species not to be concerned with, but mayeb that's just me?

  I'll finish up by saying that I genuinely hope that you'll comment on this, good or bad. If I can make some real connections with people of similar concerns and build a network of people that share my concerns and then maybe...we could begin to turn against and break down these inhuman systems that have restrained the best in humanity! Much love to everyone and thank you so much for entertaining my rambling~!


Submitted: October 07, 2021

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