John Everett
Bio
Stories (2/0)
Dear Mind, From A Fellow Heart
I had a chance to be censored, or should I say my right to have faith in anything openly denied me, and so I come to a quagmire. Can one possibly be allowed to freely write uncensored, about such censorship, on a platform that has censored him? Is this a multi dimensional thing where certain "Rules" of reality apply? I am one who believes the only impossibility is the concept of impossibility, and because we fail to realize this, we are the only thing rendering anything impossible. So, shall we give it a go?
By John Everett3 years ago in Futurism
The Death of the Human Experience
Robin Williams, felt this way. Kurt Cobain felt this way. At 15 years old, I felt this way, and it almost cost me a life that I have since enjoyed. Last night, feeling the pressure of holidays, the stress of the business and uncertainty, and that feeling of screaming in a crowded room yet invisible...., My thoughts tried to take me there again. But then I quickly thought about all the countless articles claiming that it was such a shock that nobody could predict the "unfortunate" death of Robin Williams, and all the posts that have been shared saying the same cliché things about suicide, and it dawned on me. This bumper sticker meme society doesn't know what it means in the shallow cookie cutter statements it says, or even understand what it claims to advocate for or against. And if I should fall victim to my own irrational fatalist and weary frustrations, it would do nothing to change anything, yet it would give one more name to be uttered from the mouths of a society no longer directed by convictions or some purpose, but a society that instead is easily led by trends and rhetoric. A society so a washed in its own self preservation and self validation, that the only thing it seems to believe in or agree upon collectively, is that it is made up of individuals who are just looking out for themselves, at all costs. The most vile will be held in reverence, the downtrodden will be vilified, and the system will be divided against itself. More and more, the rich have our attention while we ignore the poor, the politicians and the successful, or the glamorous, have our loyalties, while our families have our alienation and distance. This is why police officers often become alcoholics, or comedians mask the pain with jokes. Why even when at the top of fame or success, some spiral into depression. Why the poor often find crime. Because no one wants to hear a cops fears or heartache, no one wants to hear a comedian's sadness, a rich musicians woes, or a poor man's excuses. Because that's how you lose friends, fans, and respect. Because no one wants to hear excuses as they are called. If it doesn't fit nice neatly and quickly into one's framework of reality, then it's irrelevant. Only after it is too late, will the same BS be spewed out about the unfortunate nature and circumstances of those who took their lives or gave up. Those lives that had been trying to just keep up the image that would somehow keep them from being invisible when in fact it only exasperates the problem. But what do you expect from a society that creates his own problem, goes at each other's throat to defend the people who caused the problems, and then get busy making memes that joke about that enemy called the year 2020, as if the year itself created all the problems! I, for one, refuse to be an image for the sake of anyone, or to be misdiagnosed, misunderstood, or misinterpreted after the fact. I damn sure refuse to leave this earth only to see society pick apart that image and say, "How did we miss that?" The same way we go to funerals and say "We have to stop meeting this way" ....., but we never do. Someone once said to me "You talk to hear yourself talk." I'll grant them that because not everything I say is worth saying. But at least I can admit that. But in this individual's case they only said it because they were uncomfortable hearing what I was saying as it was the truth. And far too many people have said less for bigger audiences. I'm not speaking to gain audiences, I am merely speaking to enlighten whoever cares to be enlightened and that audience is much smaller these days. But tough s***, I wouldn't plunge off into an abyss of darkness out of despair of loneliness in a world whose population is quickly becoming filled with people kept company by their own egos and reflection. I'm not always right, I'm never popular, and I don't mind being the minority vote or unpopular consensus. I follow my heart, I judge myself, and I live with purpose. And if anything that I believe in requires me to alienate others or to disregard them then I don't believe in it. It hasn't been easy, and it has gotten me harassed, threatened, unfriended, and ostracized.
By John Everett3 years ago in Humans