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I’m torn between two trains of thought and have been for quite some time.
It’s as if the contradiction of the thoughts somehow complement each other and are not contradictions at all -- almost as if they belong together on a honeymoon of derisive harmony. It’s to the point where I no longer know what belongs together. Is it even possible for something or someone to belong to anything or anyone? Maybe not, but there used to be some guidance, some pattern, some feeling of synchronization. No more…
A part of me is afraid to separate the thoughts and send the wicked one on its way. What would become of it? Why do I even care? Is wicked really wicked? Am I just being judgmental and they’re being politically correct? Who is right and who is wrong? Do I want to be myself or be like everyone else?
I guiltily allow the collaborative corruption to continue, terrified to find out the answer, and maybe terrified to peer inward at myself finding similar corruptions. Still though, I find a way to banish the corruption and renew myself again. Stopping cold turkey what everyone else indulges in can be scary and pushes me further away like the outcast I am. Nonetheless, I have relieved myself of the obligation to yield to everyone else’s wants while I abandon my own needs. No more…
My blind eyes cast an empty glance toward the future, and because they are blind, they see nothing except transient visions that make no logical sense in my current state. They become even more non-sensical if I share their robust details with others. But the more I retreat into myself, the better I understand these visions on a deeper level. I’ll keep them for myself; I’ll share them, if you ask.
No one knows anything and no one cares that they don’t know anything. I feel the IQ of society dropping with each collective scroll of an Instagram feed. Those feeds don’t capture our imaginations, but rather, they abduct our minds and souls, igniting greed and envy and indifference and disconnectedness and abandonment – and even uncalled-for cruelty at times. Kindness used to be the default. No more…
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If we don’t know what we don’t know, isn’t that dangerous? When the answer to everything is simply Googled and assumed to be correct instead of being discussed with another person or read from a book that took effort to find, how are we to learn anything? How are we to carry ourselves as respectable human beings when we can’t intelligently defend ourselves with truth, knowledge and love, but immediately opt for physical violence instead? Why do we make fools of ourselves and proclaim with pride that this is how it's supposed to be?
We don’t know what we don’t know – and it is dangerous.
