Not half dead, but alive.A rant or two ahead. I can’t seem to anchor my mind, I so much wish to be in the clouds and space more often than another side of I, like.
There’s this attraction you find in primitive societies… where clock time is fixed, you know the future, your end. Modern people, we’re attracted to the primitive, to people who are so much more connected to life, who know so much in their worlds, that we are incapable in explaining. Yet, there’s a global need to develop such communities, to make them rational, ambivalent beings, feeling-less. Am I going too far with modernity? But aren’t we live too fluidly, estranged… where do you go when you need to be grounded? Remember love? It’s upsetting, and completely horrifying that love in the modern world is as fleeting as a meal. Satisfying in that instant, but harmful for the rest of your life.
The above statement is completely juvenile. It’s a global economic process… the monetarisation of life, weber’s iron cage.
Being modern myself, growing up in a city, I remembered, from the earliest of my memories, that I had to do well in modern, moral standards, to study, to make money, to look after your elders, to love. And then I discover, so muhc like the modern life we live… that i’ve come full circle, to study about concepts and theories which contradict all of my conscious modern life.There isn’t a need for education except for the fact that you’ll be a practical use to your nation-state. I can’t seem to comprehend the purpose, yet I drive myself to live every day… and the purpose is for others, for people who matter to you, the feelings which you cannot just ignore. Feelings… ahhh… where did you derive yourself from?
