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Let's go back to a time when people had nothing better to do than dress themselves.
Back to a time before the internet. Telephones. Before television.
When there was quiet. And time. People moved deliberately.
With a population like 7 billion, how can any of us expect anything more?
Let's go back to the millions. When we made friends with our neighbors and knew everyone in town.
When your job was valued and appreciated, because you were the only one in town making shoes or baking bread.
Not a part of "the system." Part of survival. Mutual enjoyment. Genuine connection. Value.
Back when individuals mattered.
Back when individuals mattered and there was time to think. Get close. Listen without distraction.
None of this constant stimulus. None of this rush. None of this disconnection with life and the living.
I want to get a kick out of dressing up and walking down the street to get an ice cream cone with my beau.
I want the little things to be big things. I want it simpler and sweeter.
I don't want to always run and run and run. It doesn't need to be a race.
Innocence. When nothing was about sex or drugs or violence.
When a kiss on the cheek was a bold, blush-worthy move.
I am a product of my modern society. I don't give a fuck about violence. Or cursing. Or sex. Or drugs. It's everyday. Rough and ready and in your face.
I am the constantly distracted. I am the rushed. I am the disconnect.
I am an ant on this planet and I'm running around like the world is going to end.
I plug in and tune out. I don't have time to dress. Nothing phases me anymore.
Nothing entertains. Everything is so vulgar and shocking that nothing is.
I'm not surprised that it isn't simple.
Maybe, with time, I'll reorganize. And rewind. Maybe, with time, I'll learn how to work outside of this insanity.
Maybe I'll figure it out with time.
Back to a time before the internet. Telephones. Before television.
When there was quiet. And time. People moved deliberately.
With a population like 7 billion, how can any of us expect anything more?
Let's go back to the millions. When we made friends with our neighbors and knew everyone in town.
When your job was valued and appreciated, because you were the only one in town making shoes or baking bread.
Not a part of "the system." Part of survival. Mutual enjoyment. Genuine connection. Value.
Back when individuals mattered.
Back when individuals mattered and there was time to think. Get close. Listen without distraction.
None of this constant stimulus. None of this rush. None of this disconnection with life and the living.
I want to get a kick out of dressing up and walking down the street to get an ice cream cone with my beau.
I want the little things to be big things. I want it simpler and sweeter.
I don't want to always run and run and run. It doesn't need to be a race.
Innocence. When nothing was about sex or drugs or violence.
When a kiss on the cheek was a bold, blush-worthy move.
I am a product of my modern society. I don't give a fuck about violence. Or cursing. Or sex. Or drugs. It's everyday. Rough and ready and in your face.
I am the constantly distracted. I am the rushed. I am the disconnect.
I am an ant on this planet and I'm running around like the world is going to end.
I plug in and tune out. I don't have time to dress. Nothing phases me anymore.
Nothing entertains. Everything is so vulgar and shocking that nothing is.
I'm not surprised that it isn't simple.
Maybe, with time, I'll reorganize. And rewind. Maybe, with time, I'll learn how to work outside of this insanity.
Maybe I'll figure it out with time.