Aug 18, 2016 03:28
This is my first attempt at regaining the lost art of writing my thoughts down. I've stayed away for a few years because 1) Prose isn't really accepted in the academic community and 2) Our lives are so blurred by our modernized lifestyles, most of us are taught that we have much better things to do then to sit down, reflect and write. But it's this exact sentiment that brings me back here.. or rather how it makes me feel. Once accepted as a way of being, complacency will worm its way deep into your core and dry everything out.
I've been feeling it lately.. this general disregard for anything truly human. Either we as a race are becoming more isolated from our own minds due to the influences and social pressures of social media or maybe I'm just getting to a cynical age in my life...
I just think we're not asking each other (and ourselves) the right questions anymore. We're not exploring the world around us with inquisitive eyes. We are not sharing the once detailed and developed conversations as we used to have... I mean come on.. Let's sit down and talk about how technology has changed our species or the recent blending of races due to globalization. Shit, let's even sit down and talk about the current state of US affairs.. as doomed as it seems. Do people no longer want to have honest dialogues or have I just been crazy all long? My only logical answer is we're busy and we don't have time to create moments where we can engage in lengthy philosophical convos anymore. We have much more exciting, important and fun things to do...I rather spend 1 hour reading 100 useless facebook posts by people who I barely even know than to analyze a sub-culture with a friend. Unless you're stumbling around the deep corridors of reddit's ramblings most of us (including myself) are now blind to diverse layers of thought. It's a shame because it's one of those traits that are delightfully human.
I'm on the hunt though.. as I always am.. for something honest, real and fulfilling within myself. It's probably why I've begun working with my hands a lot this summer. To just create something tangible out of nothing. It's definitely helping me from twirling spinning tumbling down the all too cliched rabbit hole of adulthood.
But before I can be honest with the world... I need to be real with myself.
..... Hello Livejournal. It's been a while.