Family. Authenticity. Freedom of Expression.
The difficulty of finding, let alone "knowing," oneself seems to be the journey of life. As time progresses, our roles change. While we first identify as a son, we later identify first as a father. Me, myself and I; the many forms of self-reflection found within this multifaceted existence.
The world of socialization is fascinating. Its evolution constant and seemingly absurd, pushes and pulls us to adapt and survive. Loneliness crushes those that fail to keep up on the journey of self-discovery. We are a cooperative species, a single entity larger than the single cell(phone) we inhabit.
The collective confusion is overwhelming when viewed through the lens of compassionate honesty. Divine Right. Military Slaughter. Mental Slavery. Opulence. Waste. Inefficiency.
While there is no contract that can truly bind anything, we are all bound by a force far greater; we are one.
Where are we heading when we succumb to our lowest aspirations? What is the currency of failed society? What is the fiscal valuation of the outmoded human in a #post-work world?
Progressive social theory indicates that there is something better ahead in the #post-capitalist world. The transition is painful to be caught watching idly.
Generational trauma makes it difficult to see through to tomorrow, but worse still, into the mirror of today.
There needs to be a reconciliation of truth. We live in a world that's been built up through the theft of everything. If it's not theft, then the loan is sure to be due back with interest. So when was the first "taking?" How far back does it all go?
The saddest part is to see the worst of the struggle continue; the inability to see you in me. Do we really hate the self that much? Is being "me" just that difficult?
As a 'creative' we forge a path untread, with our head in the clouds and our hands feeling blindly for change.
At the very least, we can smile upon these reflections with the gift of our eyes.