Nothing Ironic

There is reality to all aspects of fiction. For if not for the essence of our imaginations. Our mind would not ever know the essence of its existence. We all have them, and we all must realize now that there is more to our current “hive” existence; and our former divided one. If we continue with a hive, then Earth has become nothing more than a hornet’s nest. What we did to Earth, we will do to space.

It’s funny, to me, that everyone has to get used to how I’ve lived my entire life. Alone, isolated, outside the box. Everyone seems to know everything about the same thing. In a strange way, I like it. Everyone is everyone’s friend, enemy, and useful informant. All that was once a concern is gone. All the hokey sunshine songs have become all the rage. The concern for history being written the wrong way have vanished. Everything you see and read is about one thing.

Societies are developing a “hive” mentality. I see people congregated in the only places allowed to be open. Within the confines of these places, people  are all doing the same things, having the same conversations, keeping the same distances, under the regulation of one voice.

We went from apocalyptic themes and conversations about being a “Billy badass” to washing our hands and how to be polite. Mind you, polite is a far cry from kind, but it’s closer. The difference is the fakeness involved.

Through life experience I’ve come to know myself well enough to realize that I will not be any good at this whole “new world” concept. I can already see now why the ‘Space Force’ was created. As it will likely serve an empire earth soon after governments fall to a disease that can only be eradicated by common sense.

Notice lately how nothing has gone “viral”? How everyone is doing the things that are only of necessity, and finding out they enjoy it? Take notice to how few people are now offended. Those that are indoors are the ones that should stay indoors, because there’s certainly less assholes on the road. Notice more, children are becoming in charge of the world, and it is beautiful! (Stick with this concept and you may ignore the rest of this).

All those jobs that were once thought to be below a certain pay grade or integrity, will become all that’s available. Many that are essential will not know how to practice humility. Many of the unexposed will be the concern for being diseased and confusion will rule until the only voice that guided you will remind you of how much it helped.

Parades are being held for those that help, by those that help. Sidewalks line up with the ignorant waving and clapping at something they otherwise would have found a nuisance, or compare to hatreds of yesteryear. This, is merely wrought of boredom and psychosomaticism. Distracting us, from the good that is happening to help our planet heal. Granting us time to take a step back and find the unification we needed. I implore, do not again be distracted by matters of gold; lest we forget the path it has led us to.

By: the Wordsmith

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The White Raven

Writer, author, philosopher, philanthropist, poet, imbecile, denizen gypsy. A rare bird of sorts is what you'll come to think of me. I love to write, play, and work diligently to prove one day fiction will become a reality. I'm very simple when it comes to my views on life, a backpack is ideally my best friend and I found my mistress with paper and pen.

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