Just needed to write this somewhere

I don’t understand how people just keep living, keep going, keep doing the same old things, the world is so hopeless and sad and I feel like the grief and rage of it all is eating me alive.

But then... I remember the power of words, of stories, to connect us, to remind us of our shared humanity. The stories we tell, the words we write... though they can't possibly fully capture the depth of despair that's engulfing our world, they have the power to ignite change, to spark empathy, to inspire action. In the darkest of times, it's the stories of resilience, of compassion, of love that sustain us, that give us hope for a better tomorrow.

These thoughts have been weighing heavily on my mind lately, and I felt compelled to share them.

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therighttothink50 · 56-60, M

Floating within an empty space without any direction,
Lost within the past and deep reflection,

Unable to clearly see,
What keeps the heart beating, the mind dreaming and the soul beaming, what helps one remain purposeful and free?

What in life gives an honest soul that valuable peace of mind,
Is it impossible to find? It now seems to be an impossible climb?

Being worn down within a war of attrition,
Without a meaningful mission, on a road to perdition,

Watching the drones on phones exist within their virtual hives,
Such twisted and unfulfilling lives,

How can an individual live in a world of vapidity and conformity which has become the new norm?
How can one weather such a blinding and freakish hellish snowstorm,

Orwell and Huxley clearly were not the prophet’s of doom,
Just seers who clearly predicted this world of modern day gloom, predicting the lifestyle of isolation within a tomb, staring at a screen alone within a lonely room,

Where does one escape a world of zombies who are vastly connected to so much artificial stimuli,
How does one keep free thinking alive, how do you resist the madness and thrive,

Where does an individual go to escape the depravity and still have the capacity to grow,
To stay connected within reality and close to God’s glow, retaining the ability to stay vibrant within a positive ebb and flow,

Who can truly be happy within a world where most people refuse to look each other in the eye,
Most are currently content to immerse themselves within an insulated bubble sealed within comfortable lies,

How long can people remain within a state of confusion, delusion and illusion?
Where’s the much needed common sense, critical thinking and logic infusion, the much needed solution,

What will it take to turn the tide,
And return to living instead of existing within this fake and phony circus ride? Aren’t people fed up with living a life based upon lies?

Thanks for inspiring this poem…

SwiftieShutterbug · 31-35, F

@therighttothink50 Love this. These are the existential questions that many of us grapple with in our modern society. The imagery of floating within an empty space, lost within the past and deep reflection, speaks to a sense of aimlessness and disconnect that can often pervade our lives. Poignant reminder of the importance of staying true to oneself.