What they did not want you to ever find out is that your generation, the generation born between 1980-1995, actually outnumbers the Baby Boomers. They knew that if you ever turned your eye towards political reform, you could change the world. They tried to keep you sated on vapid television shows and vapid music. They cut off your education and fed you brain candy. They took away your music and gave you Top Ten pop stations. They cut off your art and replaced it with endless reality shows for you to plug into, hoping you would sit quietly by as they ran the world. We as a society are only as strong as our weakest link. Give ‘em hell, kids.
My god. YES. THIS.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
Uncertain of uncertainty, skeptical of skepticism, it seems that the most important question is whether there is an important question. The only serious question is whether there is anything to take seriously. What has previously been considered of value or importance appears as only an expression of myth, bias, error.
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So I put a timer on me to write this piece in ten minutes because if I fall asleep at 5, I can wake up at 9 to go to class at 10 and accomplish the temporary goals set for me as a student. Maybe I should talk to the girl I have started a relationship with or maybe even repair the one I know I could set a real life up with? Well I could join another club or frat to make myself complete. I could ask what is the point to life, but everybody has their own answers. I should talk to my parents about what bothers me, but they are the new passive receivers. Maybe I could find another new and redefine identity. Best yet I could remove my ego and dedicate my life to loss of myself. Clearly that’s the only option outside of the box. In this whole system of existence I will always find myself being curious and never definite. No matter what benefits personally there are and no matter what will build my community. I have no fucking clue. That’s the answer, “no fucking idea,” goodnight.
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