the paranoia within.

the paranoia within.

sometimes i walk around with this feeling that we were destined for greater things...just that reality didn't agree with us deserving it. humanity prides itself on rising above expectations and doing the unimaginable...and every now and then, we hear the occasional story that brings tears to our eyes and hope into our hearts, but, the sad truth is, that's about as good as it'd ever get, if we're going to continue on this path that we've paved for ourselves. mass appeal and mass consumerism have already killed whatever taste that the majority would have, as we're spoon fed whatever data is out there today. now, being spoon fed everything isn't that bad...convenience for your fives senses. manufactured, processed goodness. life is, after all, a process...who says that whatever we do in life can't be processed to make it easier for us?

no, being spoon fed is good. it's just that the further we go, the less of a choice we have about it. the world is missing a renaissance of sorts. we're become more and more transfixed upon pleasing ourselves through pleasing everyone around us, that being different is either seen as a handicap or a obstacle to progress. different is "weird". in a world where our "differences" should be celebrated, nothing drives the point home better than the fact that in the world over, we're listening to the same music. giving in to the same pop thrash. our girls are teenyboppers. their girls are teenyboppers. individualism is withering away from generation to generation.

we're all more prone to submit to externalities than we ever were before. some may say that it feels right...others may counter that argument.

this new "renaissance" doesn't really fit in. in the past, the age of the renaissance was one of discovery and wonder. i know that i'm documenting a sound bite, but it's true...people were filled with so much more...finesse. maybe i've got my head in the clouds. maybe i'm not seeing the fact that technology, culture and even girls are so much better than they probably were aeons ago. but that's not the point. we're regressing into these cocoons, expecting something, someone to come along and prop us up and tell us to buck up. that's not going to happen anytime soon. we're hounded senselessly by messages, whether subliminal or otherwise, to better our lives.

better living through chemistry? fuck, no.

subtlety is lost. art is lost. passion is lost. and there's nothing that we can do about it, because we're all prone to embrace everything we have now and think of it as 'good'. doubtlessly, it is...it's all good. but life is less organic than it was way back then, when everything was appreciated and nothing was taken for granted.

it's as if we're living as though there's no joy left in life anymore.