Any more, life is not about living it. Life is not about experiencing all there is and sharing that with the world. Life is not “meant” to be enjoyable. Life is not exhilarating and something to look forward to everyday. Life is not about living..
Life is “meant” to be only accessible by few. Life is used for personal gain. We only do exciting things to get the attention of those around us. We experience things to impress others so that we may then, and only then, experience life.
These are statements burned into our brains, our hearts, and our lives starting day one. Whether the influential people in our lives meant to do so or not, it’s inevitable. This is so because the definition of “life” and “living” has been manipulated to mean what you want it to mean, so that you may not be so unsatisfied with your own life.
We are essentially robbing ourselves of our humanity, but then again what does that even mean anymore? The more I consider this question, the more confused I grow in looking at my own life. In what ways are we really different than the zombies humans fear for our entertainment? Zombies can never get enough. Please. Amuse me with your argument that we are not the same. In some form, we all have something we can never be satisfied with. However, this has become such a problem that sometimes I feel that we can never find true joy in anything.
Food, for example. Have you looked at any of us lately? If you have traveled at all, you have noticed the incredible difference between our portion sizes and their portion sizes. Today at dinner, I found myself eating something I did not even like, but because it was available and right in front of my face, I continued to mindlessly shovel questionable ingredients into my body. Our mouths are garbage shoots.
Our personal interactions are hidden behind screens and transacted through wires. The relationships we have are now statuses, posts and pokes. We have forgotten what true affection looks like. A large chunk of my Instagram pictures are selfies. I am more concerned with the acceptance by others of my face than what I could have been doing with my life in those minutes lost. We are turning ourselves into the ultimate consumable object by plastering our faces in attempt to reach our preferable amount of acceptance. Instagram is a mobile shopping network. We wake up in the morning ready to go out looking for things we can do, see, and experience that will get us a lot of “likes.” Which then turns into self-objectifying when we cannot reach our “likes” goal. Our society lives for likes but longs for love, which is the very thing we find ourselves running from.
Life is not about living..
We have turned our lives into pawns in games those above us can play with freely. We have let an incredible experience be turned into a piece in said game. Our daily lives are directed by the backs of shampoo bottles; wash, rinse, repeat. We do this until we achieve our life goals, but what then? Is this when we are to truly enjoy our lives, or do we just move onto to something else to be inevitably unsatisfied by?
I don’t know about you all, but I am tired of living my life mindlessly. I don’t appreciate life experiences meant to be exhilarating and enlightening numbed by things that should not even matter. It would be quite difficult to lead a life not affected by those around you. Everything you do is in result of something someone else did. However, it is possible to eliminate those irritating voices in your head telling you this is how life should be. My brain is no longer available for bullets and arrows, knives and daggers, swords and whatever else is pointy and useful. I will not walk among those who have lost their humanity to the epidemic of our world today.
(insert every independent, life changing cliché statement left)
Although I truly recognize the problems of the world and the way in which our lives are headed, I myself do not have the capability of changing it. As free as I like to think I am, I realize I will forever be trapped in the system our world functions on. My only chance is to hold onto the little humanity I have managed to obtain in the dead world we live in and take joy in those little things that normally would be anything but significant.
Hi, my name is Delaney Wright and I am the walking dead.
(queue moaning)
Life is “meant” to be only accessible by few. Life is used for personal gain. We only do exciting things to get the attention of those around us. We experience things to impress others so that we may then, and only then, experience life.
These are statements burned into our brains, our hearts, and our lives starting day one. Whether the influential people in our lives meant to do so or not, it’s inevitable. This is so because the definition of “life” and “living” has been manipulated to mean what you want it to mean, so that you may not be so unsatisfied with your own life.
We are essentially robbing ourselves of our humanity, but then again what does that even mean anymore? The more I consider this question, the more confused I grow in looking at my own life. In what ways are we really different than the zombies humans fear for our entertainment? Zombies can never get enough. Please. Amuse me with your argument that we are not the same. In some form, we all have something we can never be satisfied with. However, this has become such a problem that sometimes I feel that we can never find true joy in anything.
Food, for example. Have you looked at any of us lately? If you have traveled at all, you have noticed the incredible difference between our portion sizes and their portion sizes. Today at dinner, I found myself eating something I did not even like, but because it was available and right in front of my face, I continued to mindlessly shovel questionable ingredients into my body. Our mouths are garbage shoots.
Our personal interactions are hidden behind screens and transacted through wires. The relationships we have are now statuses, posts and pokes. We have forgotten what true affection looks like. A large chunk of my Instagram pictures are selfies. I am more concerned with the acceptance by others of my face than what I could have been doing with my life in those minutes lost. We are turning ourselves into the ultimate consumable object by plastering our faces in attempt to reach our preferable amount of acceptance. Instagram is a mobile shopping network. We wake up in the morning ready to go out looking for things we can do, see, and experience that will get us a lot of “likes.” Which then turns into self-objectifying when we cannot reach our “likes” goal. Our society lives for likes but longs for love, which is the very thing we find ourselves running from.
Life is not about living..
We have turned our lives into pawns in games those above us can play with freely. We have let an incredible experience be turned into a piece in said game. Our daily lives are directed by the backs of shampoo bottles; wash, rinse, repeat. We do this until we achieve our life goals, but what then? Is this when we are to truly enjoy our lives, or do we just move onto to something else to be inevitably unsatisfied by?
I don’t know about you all, but I am tired of living my life mindlessly. I don’t appreciate life experiences meant to be exhilarating and enlightening numbed by things that should not even matter. It would be quite difficult to lead a life not affected by those around you. Everything you do is in result of something someone else did. However, it is possible to eliminate those irritating voices in your head telling you this is how life should be. My brain is no longer available for bullets and arrows, knives and daggers, swords and whatever else is pointy and useful. I will not walk among those who have lost their humanity to the epidemic of our world today.
(insert every independent, life changing cliché statement left)
Although I truly recognize the problems of the world and the way in which our lives are headed, I myself do not have the capability of changing it. As free as I like to think I am, I realize I will forever be trapped in the system our world functions on. My only chance is to hold onto the little humanity I have managed to obtain in the dead world we live in and take joy in those little things that normally would be anything but significant.
Hi, my name is Delaney Wright and I am the walking dead.
(queue moaning)