It's strange that lately I have felt like not being truthful on my own blog because I'm afraid of bumming people out with my thoughts. What bollocks, how sad a fate I must suffer when I can't even be honest about myself in the one medium that should be my personal haven? I'm not okay, I'm not painting because it's glorious fun. I'm not okay.
Sometimes I feel like we put too much meaning in things. In objects, titles, relationships, achievements even ideas. I'm not saying I know anything but that's just how I feel. I should be entitled to feel that way, shouldn't I? I should be allowed to view the world a certain way and think that everything is temporary, that life is a long race the meaning to which does not necessarily need to be defined at any point in time. What if everything is like a simulation? After all man did create and invent all the things that we value today. We invented technology and made it so important that it's almost impossible to imagine life without them. We created money and convinced the world that we need it to keep our blue globe turning. We jolt down laws, decrees and regulations because we think society cannot function without properly formulated structure.
Sometimes I feel like we put too much meaning in things. In objects, titles, relationships, achievements even ideas. I'm not saying I know anything but that's just how I feel. I should be entitled to feel that way, shouldn't I? I should be allowed to view the world a certain way and think that everything is temporary, that life is a long race the meaning to which does not necessarily need to be defined at any point in time. What if everything is like a simulation? After all man did create and invent all the things that we value today. We invented technology and made it so important that it's almost impossible to imagine life without them. We created money and convinced the world that we need it to keep our blue globe turning. We jolt down laws, decrees and regulations because we think society cannot function without properly formulated structure.
The fact is there was a time when none of those things existed and we functioned more or less the same. Sure traveling was a lot more difficult and communication must have been a drag. But do we even value these advances as much as the things we believe created them? The internet is a mindboggling thing yet we use it to watch porn and jerk off simultaneously with some stranger on the other side of the planet. Things like that. We say the internet is amazing, that it's beautiful but don't treat it like it is. We treat money like Gods but never actually use it to enable its godly powers. It's like having the power of teleportation only to use it to teleport the remote onto the palm of your hand when you lose it while watching telly. So what meaning do we really put into these artificial advances in human civilisation?
The world is complicated, as are each of the minds that orchestrate each seemingly minuscule component of its clockwork. Who's right? Who's wrong? Just shut up, none of that matters. Listen to the earth turn slowly beneath your feet, imagine how we are suspended in space by a strange magnetic force that we comprehend very little of even today. It doesn't matter. We don't matter. Our silly little problems and conflicts and arguments or senseless namecalling don't matter.
But I don't speak the truth, nor do I speak of happiness. I speak of my thoughts as I have and shall continue to. You don't have to agree or buy what I say, I'm not selling anything.
But here's a random Cyndi lauper song I stumbled across that's very bluesy and a really good song overall I reckon.
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