just airing my thoughts...
Life can be distracting sometimes... I wish there was more than an on/off switch to it. I could certainly use a 'hibernation' or a 'standy' button, if only to ponder the big concepts that glue the pieces of chaos into the universe as we know it before diving into deep waters. Concepts like RESPONSIBILITY, MATURITY and DECENT EMPLOYMENT.
I don't want to rant about things that I can't even begin to understand. If I were an animal driven by my natural instincts, I wouldn't even know how to spell these words. There are times I wish I were such a lowly creature. (Like a panda or a cat. Life is simple, and it generally boils down to the next meal...but then, in the case of the panda, it kinda gets complicated when it realizes that there isn't going to be a next meal...) But then, unlike animals, people have to confront these issues whether they like it or not because they won't just go away.
Maybe the real problem here is that the current education system, the established institution for nurturing youth, doesn't prepare kids to deal competently with these concepts. We are cushioned to the point that we are terribly surprised by the 'real world' when it comes a-knocking on our doors, and if the children are lucky, they get to live in an alternate universe until college or even way after, before reality drops the A-bomb on them.
I'm just frustrated by the fact that it took me so long to wake up. And even now, I'm rejecting reality. Or, perhaps, just persistent in postponing what I know to be inevitable--no, not even that; it is, in fact, immanent. What I'm talking about of course is adulthood. "Real adulthood" as post-modern neo-capitalistic society has generously defined it. Which consists mainly of standing on your own feet, living off your own wallet, and thinking with your own brain. This kind of perspective is what has led such activities as writing (novels, fanfiction, blog entries) to be regarded as "hobbies" and watching dvds, playing video games, and surfing the net (for heck) as terribly addictive vices, and therefore to be condoned by the free market and exploited to the nth level.
I don't know if I'm for this version of real life...or not. Sadly, I don't think I have a choice. And if I'm to be bitter about this...I'm not going to get anywhere. The world has metamorphosed into a shallow facsimile of an idealized past--a part of that idealized past was a bunch of people dreaming of a future of infinite possibilities all lived out by the people in this one tiny, (seemingly) lonely planet. But, hello reality, I don't think that life as it is lived in this day and age is in any way similar to that dream. The paths may seem to branch out infinitely, but most of them have at their root a happiness tied to material wealth, i.e. money. Neo-capitalism has made money the lifeblood of the world.
Is that fair? Is that just? Is this the way things ought to be?
I don't think I'm getting anywhere with this. (Thank you, Nabokov and Kant, for inspiring it though.)
I don't want to rant about things that I can't even begin to understand. If I were an animal driven by my natural instincts, I wouldn't even know how to spell these words. There are times I wish I were such a lowly creature. (Like a panda or a cat. Life is simple, and it generally boils down to the next meal...but then, in the case of the panda, it kinda gets complicated when it realizes that there isn't going to be a next meal...) But then, unlike animals, people have to confront these issues whether they like it or not because they won't just go away.
Maybe the real problem here is that the current education system, the established institution for nurturing youth, doesn't prepare kids to deal competently with these concepts. We are cushioned to the point that we are terribly surprised by the 'real world' when it comes a-knocking on our doors, and if the children are lucky, they get to live in an alternate universe until college or even way after, before reality drops the A-bomb on them.
I'm just frustrated by the fact that it took me so long to wake up. And even now, I'm rejecting reality. Or, perhaps, just persistent in postponing what I know to be inevitable--no, not even that; it is, in fact, immanent. What I'm talking about of course is adulthood. "Real adulthood" as post-modern neo-capitalistic society has generously defined it. Which consists mainly of standing on your own feet, living off your own wallet, and thinking with your own brain. This kind of perspective is what has led such activities as writing (novels, fanfiction, blog entries) to be regarded as "hobbies" and watching dvds, playing video games, and surfing the net (for heck) as terribly addictive vices, and therefore to be condoned by the free market and exploited to the nth level.
I don't know if I'm for this version of real life...or not. Sadly, I don't think I have a choice. And if I'm to be bitter about this...I'm not going to get anywhere. The world has metamorphosed into a shallow facsimile of an idealized past--a part of that idealized past was a bunch of people dreaming of a future of infinite possibilities all lived out by the people in this one tiny, (seemingly) lonely planet. But, hello reality, I don't think that life as it is lived in this day and age is in any way similar to that dream. The paths may seem to branch out infinitely, but most of them have at their root a happiness tied to material wealth, i.e. money. Neo-capitalism has made money the lifeblood of the world.
Is that fair? Is that just? Is this the way things ought to be?
I don't think I'm getting anywhere with this. (Thank you, Nabokov and Kant, for inspiring it though.)