you never changed.
deep down, you know you're still that same 12 year old.
everybody else has grown, but you haven't
doesn't that make you jealous?
how much of yourself will you give up to become an adult?
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you never changed.
deep down, you know you're still that same 12 year old.
everybody else has grown, but you haven't
doesn't that make you jealous?
how much of yourself will you give up to become an adult?
What are we supposed to do in the face of suffering and tyranny? We can make art, call people out, cheer up others, do anything to occupy ourselves and others. Sure, it helps them, but what are we doing to fix the problem? Help the people who are directly suffering, instead of focusing on those empathetic? Empathy is a driving factor of change and immensely important, but that means nothing when it stops there. We always say we need to act, but how? What even can we do?
I say all these things, but will continue to do nothing for I simply do not know what to do. The fear to act is a shameful prison. But how does self-awareness help? This post means nothing. It won’t help. I know it won’t. But saying that I know it won’t doesn’t help. People are dying and will continue to simply because we as a species have evolved so far as to learn to detriment ourselves. And for what? We live in an ever crumbling world that slowly builds itself back up just to be crushed yet again. History rhymes with itself. There’s no way to learn from our mistakes if the few that don’t are the ones to act. So we’re stuck in an endless cycle of pain that ends up being forgotten.
People die but will end up as nothing more than a name on a memorial. A number. A statistic. Some will go down as a hero or a villain, a name so common you’d be shocked if someone didn’t know it. But how are those people more valuable then the fallen soldier on the memorial? Forgotten under the sea of others. But there’s nothing we can really do to fix that when there’s 100,000 other names that deserve the same treatment.
But ‘deserving’ isn’t real. Shite happens to us and we go with it. Some people may deserve this or that, but it won’t change the outcome. The world keeps turning. And nothing truly matters. And the hell are we supposed to do when nothing matters??
I'm fine, this is fine, everything is fine. The world is burning down around me, and I'm trapped on an island of ignorance that only seems to grow as I push myself to learn more, but this is fine, I'm fine, everything is fine.
When I write, I am a piece of the world communicating things that could never exist within it. I am life itself laughing joyously at absurd potential.
Why do people care about legacy and "leaving a mark" to feel special? Buildings crumble and names are forgotten. Just live your life and be happy with what's happening now. Or else you might miss it.
I said I didn't know, and it wasn't exactly the truth, but I could never have explained, even if I'd wanted to try
- F. Sargeson