The Children of Fears

Castigated, chastised… reeling in anticipated consequences. The once great populace curdling into fetid chunks of mold. This is no more than an infantile reaction to various inputs..en masse…

Trying to dig down into the bedrock of us these days is impossible. The constant accumulation of muck is too slippery to be caught up in the normal trappings of civilization. The compost too thick for the weakened and brow beaten agents of information to even attempt to lift or spread evenly. Captives of our own cultures and fears, being twisted and stretched at every image, at every sound bite. This is evident, obvious, and overt, and it is being ignored and buried in the hyperbole sections of beliefs.

This addiction to more is as runamuck as the best drug addicts story. This make believe it’s a functioning addiction has hit the rails hard. There is an opioid epidemic and the opioid here is angst, fears, and lies. Releasing the same drugs into the body as any addiction will do. There is little bedrock to be found when the land of the populace is so thick with excrement, with needless bullshit, with stirred up animosity toward just about anyone and anything. Watching and listening as puppeteers play with the marionettes that is us and being reminded about chasing symptoms by my doctor, who then helped heal me through going after the causes.

Let’s just get it out, everyone is wrong, nobody is right. The best you could do was get us here? I don’t care which side or part you see yourself as being a part of, but you are wrong, I am wrong, they are wrong. We all screwed up! OK? Once we get that through our collective heads, then we can begin to look at the causes, the symptoms that are killing us. Time for a shunt for the heart, core workouts for the backbone, and some new librarians for the head spaces we think we know.

Yet, we can’t do that… Change and tolerance is just too hard of concept for us to understand until we are forced into it. Until we are made uncomfortable enough to actually do something about it. Keep ’em sitting down just barely… is working. Appeasing the wounds just enough so that they don’t burst and attention to the causes are then too obvious. The manipulation is as bright as the Sun and the suntans have all turned to carcinoma. Yes, just children, not able to take care of our collective asses anymore and giving the responsibility over to the the first feel good we are presented. Might as well be chasing the van with the candy in it, hoping we can at least get our sugar fix one more time before we end up on the milk cartons.

Our indignation has been normalized, the news cycles circus atmosphere just another day’s nonsense. The mindlessness has lead to a numbing, the skin too charred from the burning anger and injustices to feel anymore. The mind is constantly digging the ruts of divisiveness and the foxholes of strife instead of the freedom that was promised, that was honored. The purple mountain majesty is just another place for bunkers, fences, and walls. No trespassing signs go up in the real world and are equally if not more so erected in the mental ones.

The evidence that we can’t cope well with many things psychological is written in every news story and personal post online. The critical thinking that should be widespread is paper thin and a blockage against deeper observations it seems. Sure, we know what we should do, we have been educated to right?… We have been educated to be a part of, a part of the economy, a part of the workforce, a part of this or of that. We were not educated to look at ourselves, our motives too deeply, or our burgeoning addictions to… more. We were educated to vote for those things and colors, those bells and whistles, the ideals we really think we have… Until it is uncomfortable, crunchy. Then we bail, change, believe something else for awhile. It’s written up as being awoken, eyes opened, the truth… It’s part of the mirror of affluence, the comforting windex that makes us feel like our images are cleaner. It’s affluence, addiction to the emotional yin and yang that is being spun on a string like a yo-yo, making the illusion of it all seem like it is just the way it is supposed to be.

A child told the U.N. that they are not mature enough to be responsible for the solutions to Climate Change. In the very same breath the children that is us come to reflect the same beliefs in our own leadership. The policies and practices of a different era and function is now the anchor that is pulling the entirety from that undiscovered future. It is manipulated and spun, undone and rebranded, re-tried and retired… We are educated to accept it as part of a grander plan, it’s always worked out in the past, it is just a part of our growth as a nation… But it’s not.

Deep stuff, the kind that people turn away from because it is too hard to try to understand exactly what is being said. It is all of this deep stuff, the kinds that make heads tick and tock and viral videos to spread that we are being manipulated on by so many levels it is staggering in it’s immensity. That is what we are educated to do, to react to output to the inputs on cue. That is what we do so often that it is normalized too. Reduced to a Roman colosseum of toga’s with their arms outstretched and a thumbs up or thumbs down. Darwinian, distopic, and deserving, all wrong… and shrinking the rights left to use.

The accumulative crash and crumpled systems were being watched, it’s not like it is all new news. The generational beliefs were held hostage for so long that the world will not accept them any longer. They are part of world that is systematically disappearing in the unstoppable edict of change. Time itself had been challenged and it not only took our lunch money, it knows where we live. It laughed at the audacity of power and made us hold it’s beer as it taught us, and teaches us again and again. You don’t get to figure it out completely, get to hold it for any real matter of time. Power is that ability to see that what we have is just the next stone over the rushing river, the next rung either up or down to cling to… get going if you don’t want to be sucked back down into that abiss that is the illusion of power that humanity toys with.

When we know which deck of cards we are dealing with; When all of the jokers are presented and checked against their worth, we will again begin to grow. Until then adolescent children with a built in cannibalistic feed and feed off of, a parasitic existence that is not envied as much as witnessed. Entrapped by our own laws, our own checks and balances that are willfully ignored and the damage to true justice forever diminished. The damage to the collective of children who don’t cope well… immense. We are smart enough to know better and affluent enough to believe it will just go away, but it never has and will always guide us… The children of fears.

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