So(c)iety

So-see-iety

Most people I meet believe they’re so immensely liberated. “We drink because we can, we smoke because we can, and we fuck because we can. Nobody, whatever hierarchy of being, could tell us otherwise.” The ultimate bourgeois of so called freedom. But most of the time, you can sense the blatant bullshit. Most of the time, you can see right through them. You can see how sadly chained up they are by their society.

The thought that I might live all my life in a perfectly damaging illusion scares me. To live delusively believing that my mind is functioning the way it should, and my life is circulating around the proper interests, is why I have spared an hour of elaborative thought. I remember quite well that, once upon a time, there was an open space, crystal clear waters, where you would dive and adventure and self-interpret. But now the tides have managed to own you, and it’s dangerous to go swimming on your own. Individuality has become vague and clustering has become visible. Tomorrow isn’t a mystery and the future isn’t interesting. The world has stopped spinning and has syncronised with your own very pace. Everything is so uniform. Does it not scare you too?

History has taught us that slavery is only physical, that as long as you are not monetarily valued, you are a free man. We look at our wrists and we see them embraced by watches, gold, and diamonds, and we see no tangible chains. But there is heaviness in our heads. We are not handcuffed, but rather thought-cuffed. Our thoughts are just another unnecessary instrument to a homogenous tune at the back of all of our heads.

One time, I read a statement on a billboard that interrupted the dull music in my head: “Great minds do not think alike, they think differently. The key is to think differently.” I smiled because my head was quiet for once. It echoed for quite some time. The key is to think differently. It struck me though; that to think differently requires much more effort than one could anticipate. It’s like your society has successfully vacuumed every last unique spark out there; that the only solution is to go to the desert and start adopting a guru-like lifestyle and start a life of self-discovery. Funny that we’ve reached a point where we can be identified by the people we surround ourselves with and the music we listen to. It would be rather cosmic if each one of us radiated a different light. It would be astronomical if we were more of a spectrum, than a united beam.

It’s important to stop, think and reevaluate everything. Discover what, for so long, has been brushed under the rugs in our heads. Don’t we all just long for people made of different substances. Substances you can learn from, substances you can fall in love with, and substances you can hate and resent. If anything, I hope I may never be a victim of society. I’ve noticed that one can learn a lot more from strangers. And even though it’s dangerous and life threatening to give in to strangers, it’s a lot more dangerous to give in to a suppressed society that can keep you unnoticeably numb and your head heavy and cuffed.