It feels as though the world is getting worse
exponentially
And I am not equipped to handle it and overcome it
the possibilities are infinite
the set of skills required to defend oneself in this world
is an array so vast
I can’t imagine ever being comfortable
Life is so amazing
and so terrible
And I’m not sure where I should land
there’s upheaval in the streets
But we don’t know who is upheaving or why
Where does the power lie?
Who is doing the creating out of nothing?
Man makes agendas and complicates his reality, but death makes things very simple
we are oblivious
and small
The information, what is happening in the world
O to know the identity of the elite, and the motivations of the rabble
we gossip and watch our tv and quibble about our crappy days at work
we sit in the same room, monotone and actionless, fixated on our respective screens, entertainment, directives etc.
I don’t pretend to know what is truly human
But this must not be it
I must be better.
I’m afraid it is left to me to sit at home and read until I have a better grasp on what is happening in the world
And when I am ready
As responsibility and integrity demand,
When I am ready,
I shall be ready.
Join me will ya
The Wise Ry Guy 