Fires of Adversity

Some of us aren't like the rest. We were born dreamers. Insisting on living outside of the box. Insisting on ignoring the rules. Some of us have had to study how to appear normal. We’ve had to learn to be bland, learn to be obedient and, most of all, learn to be quiet. Some of us have had to master hiding who we really are underneath. Fake smiles. Counterfeit complacency. Sheep’s clothing cut for our conscience not a wolf. The truth is, that in this world, for some of us, it’s not a descent into madness that has plagued our lives, it’s the descent into what this world regards as sanity. 

True madness is bigger than one man. True madness takes a society to realize. But when you only see society as flocks of sheep, you never realize how many have simply learned to appear that way. How many might be hiding under the veil of that society, waiting to unsheathe themselves and live freely—to live for what they want to live for. The world can surprise you. And in the thralls of change, more and more people will stand up to both who they’ve been convinced they are, as well as those around them that have reaffirmed the mirage, and the shackles of this society's expectations that have weighed on us all. In the thralls of change, anything can happen—but it has to happen inside of us first. The slow process of waking up, finding yourself, seeing past the illusions and knowing the truth. To grow in fires of adversity and extinguish the flame. Because while those of us born different may have had to learn to be invisible in this world, in times of change, it falls on all dreamers to be seen and to change the world.


Syrian Resources Trump Global Morals

From a geopolitical standpoint, 1500 people dying from chemical weapons in Syria is an appetizer to greater brooding conflicts, all of which directly surround the resources in the middle east and Africa. There's no such thing as morality when everyone has their hands in a resource-cookie-jar built around explicitly murdering, manipulating or exploiting entire countries for the sake of stealing or controlling resources.

Thus, no one can very well step in to intervene on the moral high ground against this injustice when the very precedent for the conflict and the framework for continuing to acquire said resources globally is implicitly nefarious and depends on constant warfare and exponential military growth to function. That's the market. And the G20 controls the market.

Yes, chemical weapons are a red line that shouldn't be crossed. But because it's a red line drawn overtop so much spilled blood that it's not fully seen for the violation of humanity that it is--instead, it's more like a continuation of our decent. I mean honestly, we're in the third world war already, but nobody wants to admit that it's about resources and market shares rather than principles and humanity.


Eulogy To No-One-In-Particular

I didn’t know no-one-in-particular particularly well, but I do have a few words to say about them after hearing the news of their untimely, or otherwise completely expected, demise.

Firstly, they will be missed. Or not. By people who actually made a point of showing they cared about them while they were still alive. Or not. They will be thought of fondly. Or not. And will live on in our memories. Or not. But for now at least, we’ll all pretend like that’s the case and match one another’s solemn expressions and hallowed words of the recently deceased’s nostalgic footprints. This will be done mostly through the telling of redundant stories or buried feelings that only in death do we fully celebrate bringing to life.

No-one-in-particular was a good person. Or not. And inspired in those around them an elaborate list of very positive things that would be either gross exaggerations or flat out laughable to say while they were still alive. Depending on how wealthy they were, and how close we were, I may or may not take it upon myself to give an extra shit about the loss of them in the company of others less likely to have been included in their will. I do this both out of social obligation and the hope that karma only pays attention when I’m feeling guilty about dead people leaving me things and living people resenting me for those things that I now own.

Anytime I see a photograph of no-one-in-particular I will feel a stabbing glimpse of my own mortality and then sweep it under the rug of denial that is middle age through senility. Depending on how close we were I may or may not reflect on my own life after hearing about their death. I may or may not change my life after hearing about their death. Family could suddenly become more important to me. Perspective on what’s really important in life may finally make itself clear. But one thing’s for certain. After the death of no-one-in-particular, no one in particular will be able to live the same way they used to. And as age chips away the tender flesh of our lives and leaves us scarred and wrinkled from it’s experiences, one day, we too will become quite particular about the idea of no-one-in-particular.