From childhood we are told that we must be beneficial members of it. We have to fit in, but at the same time be the best. It never has enough. Who, you ask? Society.
The lying whore who tells us all otherwise, but we're not good enough in any of the versions. None of us. Not even you. Neither do I. We form emotional bonds with people who don't want them. We are part of a social construct with which we disagree. But you can't defend yourself, defy, refuse... We are all part of the problem. We are all a problem.
We all bear our share of the blame, hoping it is less than someone else's. We love each other. We hate each other. We reconcile and deceive each other again and again. We are not truly free, even though we are told so.
Caught in the nets of the cycle, we stop asking about our own price. We sell ourselves for minimum wage and don't believe in anything we do. We are puppets in a high game that cannot be won. Together, we all form a sick society. Together....alone.
About the Creator
Mitchelle
Hello,
I will publish articles here about various mysteries, unexplained events but also my own poetry and feeling expression.
*I'm not a native english speaker so I want to apologize for mystakes*
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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