The Lie We Live---Part 2

How quickly we forget that, only from the past hundred years that we allowed our women to vote, allow blacks to live as equals or gave attention for some rights to be established.

We act as if we are all-knowing beings, yet there is much we fail at sea. We walk down the streets ignoring the little things, the eyes we stare, and the stories they share.

Perhaps we feel we are not alone that we are part of the much bigger picture, but we failed to make the connection. We call other creatures stupid, yet we point to them to justify our actions.

But why the killings? Is it simply because we can? Because we always have to make it right? Or does it show how little we’ve learned that we continue to act out of primary aggression rather than thionic compassion?

One day, the sensation we call life will leave us. Our bodies will rot, our viable recollected and yesterday’s actions only remain. Death constantly surrounds us, still, it seems so distant from our everyday reality.

We live in a world on the verge of collapse, the wars of tomorrow will have no winners, for violence will never be the answer, it will destroy every possible solution. If we all look at our innermost desire, we will see our dreams are not so different.

We share a common goal; happiness. But we tear the world apart, looking for joy without ever looking within ourselves. Many of the happiest people are those who own the least. But are we really so happy with our iPhone, our big houses or fancy cars?

We have become disconnected, idolizing people we have never met. We witness the extraordinary on screens. But ordinary everywhere else, we wait for someone to bring change, without ever thinking of changing ourselves.

Presidential elections might as well be a coin to us; it is two sides of the same coin. We choose which face we want, and the illusions of choice of change are created. But the world remains the same.

We fail to realize that politicians don’t serve us, they serve those who fund them into power. We need leaders, not politicians; but in this world of followers, we have forgotten to lead ourselves.

Stop waiting for change and be the change you want to see. We didn’t get to this point by sitting on the fence, the human race survives not because we are the fastest or the strongest but because we work together.

We have mastered the act of killing, and now let’s master the joy of living. This is not about saving the planet. The planet will be here, whether we are or not. Earth has been around for billions of years, each of us will be lucky to last eighty.

We are a flashing time but our impact is forever. I often wished I lived in the age before computers, where we didn’t have screens to distract us but I realized there is one reason why this is the only time I really want to be alive.

Because alive here today, we have an opportunity we never had before. The internet. It’s the power to share a message and to unite millions around the world, while we still can we must use our screens to bring us closer together, rather than further apart.

Better or worst our generation will determine the future or life on this planet. We can either continue to serve the system of destruction until no memory of our existence remains.

Or we can wake up, realize we all evolve backward or rather falling down. We just have a screen in our faces so we don’t see where we are heading. This present moment is what every step, every breathe and every death is led to.

We are the faces of all who came before us and now it’s our turn, you can choose to carve your own path or follow the road countless others have already taken. Life is not a movie; the script is not already written.

We are the writers, this is your story, their story, our story.

CREDITS ( AS TRANSCRIBED FROM THE EXCERPT OF SPENCER CATHCART’S )