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Nobody cares

Maybe we are blind

By Patricia PixiePublished 4 years ago 2 min read
Nobody cares
Photo by Adrien Olichon on Unsplash

I'm not exactly a Hollywood Star, and it was never my aspiration to become one. I don't live for the dazzling tinsel that blinds many young women. They taught me from the earliest childhood to have my feet on the ground. Personally, I think that one of the feelings that has most damaged humanity is the abject selfishness for which many live. That won me from my earliest childhood, several suspicious looks on me.

After all, humanity has become accustomed to remaining submerged in absolute darkness.

After all, in this day and age, it is customary to value things more than people who really love us.

After all, in this age the true meaning of what matters in favor of plastic without real meaning is neglected.

After all, many hearts around the world are fooled by a dazzling appearance that hides darkness.

I spent long years wondering if I was the only one in the world with a real appetite for having something authentic in her life. How not to do it? Around me, most people my age were exclusively concerned with filling the emptiness of their souls with any placebo that served to numb the pain of their souls. None of them was ever interested in going beyond the most banal. Like a bunch of sheep, they just followed the rhythm set by others. And who could dare blame them?

After all, humanity has become accustomed to remaining submerged in absolute darkness.

After all, in this day and age, it is customary to value things more than people who really love us.

After all, in this age the true meaning of what matters in favor of plastic without real meaning is neglected.

After all, many hearts around the world are fooled by a dazzling appearance that hides darkness.

Everyone seems to have forgotten the infinite joy that is hidden in the simplest things in life. It seems that all have become machines designed to consume more and more. Feelings have become exclusively something quite distant and diffuse, which is part of the distant and elusive world of dreams. Junk products are consumed to try to fill the void left by an empty life. Hearts are increasingly transformed into completely empty plastic bags. And no one is surprised to know it anymore.

After all, humanity has become accustomed to remaining submerged in absolute darkness.

After all, in this day and age, it is customary to value things more than people who really love us.

After all, in this age the true meaning of what matters in favor of plastic without real meaning is neglected.

After all, many hearts around the world are fooled by a dazzling appearance that hides darkness.

The dense smoke of the cities seems to have rendered human beings incapable of seeing what exists beyond their noses.

No one cries for the absent anymore. Losing money matters more than knowing that you will never see a loved one again.

After all, humanity has become accustomed to remaining submerged in absolute darkness.

After all, in this day and age, it is customary to value things more than people who really love us.

After all, in this age the true meaning of what matters in favor of plastic without real meaning is neglected.

After all, many hearts around the world are fooled by a dazzling appearance that hides darkness.

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Patricia Pixie

A girl form mexico city who loves writing, all forms of art and the mysteries of the human mind

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