It is sad how comfortable we are with our rut of a life, unwilling to change, and protesting it when we are forced to commit to something new and different, changes in laws, regulations that don’t suit our lifestyle; and yet, we advocate for difference, advances in technology, shifts in medical and social acceptance such as abortion and gay rights.
We sweat hypocrisy and yet look upon those with contempt who themselves are considered hypocrites, continuing the trend of paradox and equal hypocrisy.
We are free to make our decisions, but forced to make them providing they reside within legal boundaries, considering ourselves full of “free will” yet, at every corner subtly informed of our “choices”: The ‘best’ cologne, make-up, outfit, diet, and the newest gadget designed especially for “you”.
At every waking moment we are convinced, lied to, promised of better things, guaranteed to, to ensure that we remain “Happy”. Yet, are we truly happy? No. Each time we are gullible enough to believe such outlandish sayings, politicians, the most un-trustworthy of all human beings; ironically designated the role of ‘leading’ our countries, left to make the decisions. Guarantee’s for products that won’t break, yet more often do. Convinced of the best and “only” products on the markets whilst competitors make the exact same products.
We see poverty, slavery, famine, rape, murder and sadness ripping through our own countries as well as our neighbours. So comfortable we are, that for the fleeting moment that we are introduced to the idea that harm is coming to someone other than ourselves, we feel guilty, donating money and pledging to turn our lives around, doing something for them, the 40-hour famine and so forth. Yet by the time the week is out, our minds have consumed us into our monotonous life once again, the suffering of the people forgotten until once again reminded, ready to repeat the process again.
Our lives are nothing but ironic and full of hypocrisy, moreover, after reading this, nothing will change, we will not modify our behaviour until forced to do so, because this is the paradox of the human mind:
Change is good, but it will not occur until we are forced to do so.
Cést la vie.
Humans are weak, futile, never understanding of anything beyond their own lives, never to look at the bigger picture except the few fleeting moments when they are introduced to something that makes them think, ponder, question what else is out there.
Life is special, yet people consider it nothing more than something to waste away, spend money on frivolities, accessories that make “them better”, the understanding of value misinterpreted, we cherish our friends more than we do our families and parents who for the most part brought us into this tortured world; in most cases trying to push us into positions that will make life somewhat easy.
Yet we scorn them, hate them for things that seem great now, but will in future seem minuscule and force us to look back and come to the realisation of just how stupid we once were.
We’re an ungrateful race, things are never perfect, including ourselves, we are aware of the in-your-face fact; “nothing is ever perfect”, yet we continue to strive further in perfecting a system that cannot be perfect. Leaving those who struggle behind, poverty stricken, humiliated or damaged, unable to catch up until we offer them “charity” to rid ourselves of our momentary guilt.
Striving to make our lives easier, and consequently making our lives more difficult, shortcutting the issue to hit the solution, drugging our depressed and unhappy instead of helping, pumping our loved ones full of chemicals in an attempt to fight our own bodies instead of using our bodies to conquer it’s weaknesses.
The weak get weaker whilst the strong become Gods, our closest relations; monkeys, chimps and the likes getting slaughtered despite the eerily similarities that we share. Ironically ruining our environment that supports us, yet building houses and protesting when the government we voted for forces us to tear it down.
Our successes are built off failures and things that will eventually bring us down to savages - the one thing we pride ourselves not being.
We aren’t great, we’re pathetic.
…“You have a go” I replied, absent mindedly, as I ran the plan through my head.
It was simple.
I had hired alpha team, guaranteeing them that they would be safe. A team of six, expendables. They would hold up the bank and take as much cash, they were to be no more than 15 minutes, at that point a van will pull up, and leave no more than a minute later.
Of course there was no van, and little did they know this bank; of which was on the outskirts of the financial district, had only just had its security system updated a mere three days prior. The police would arrive 9 minutes into the heist.
This was intentional of course…
White, my mind blank, nothing filling it, no thoughts passing through, my senses numb, I didn’t feel, I didn’t think, I knew nothing.
All that was with me, was the static filling my ears, followed by murmurs of my name, through this white fog, I was nowhere.
I was alone.
The fog lifting around me, the murmurs becoming clearer.
“Tom, Tom? Stay with us buddy, we’re almost there.” An unrecognisable voice shouted, his voice dulled, sounding as if it had been slowed.
“Give him a dose of adrenaline, it’ll help stabilise him.” Another voice shouted, becoming even more clearer.
A stabbing feeling penetrated my leg, coursing up my torso and head, the adrenaline pushing itself through my veins.
I gasped, my senses returning as I regained consciousness, my eyes open to see two people standing over me, dressed in teal.
My head pounding, I attempted to look around, my neck unable to move..
“Woah now, don’t move Tom, we have you in a neck brace until we reach the hospital and check you out. You’ve been in an accident, can you hear me?” One of the men asked, his voice much softer than before.
I opened my mouth uttering a quiet, “Yes”.
It went black again.
I won’t ever forget that day, I sit here in the park opposite my street, three years later. My life has changed a lot since that accident, my mother’s death that day, still haunts me.
I watch a bird settle on a nearby branch, singing its birdsong to follow the sunrise of the early spring morning, the cool breeze wrapping itself over me, to be fought off by the goosebumps forming on my skin. The small bird now joined by what seems it’s partner, joining it in it’s hearty song. Awaking the natural neighbourhood.
It became an obsession of mine to awake before the sun, watching as nature began it’s day, not necessarily the healthiest of obsessions mind you…
To be continued.
Based upon an idea contributed by: xbrighteyesx
Contributions made here
Now children, I have a story for you.
Snuggle up under your blankets, eat your cookies and milk if you must, for i shall tell you the real reason behind Christmas. Little Johnny, move away from the fire, we don’t want you to miss out now do we?
Now, several years ago, before you were even born…
There was a man by the name of Nicholas.
Now Nicholas was a grumpy old man, living alone in a small cottage house outside of a small countryside town next to a local school.
Nicholas had no company but of his Border Collie, named Jack. Jack was also an old dog, however, had lots of energy, too much for Nicholas to handle.
At the school next door to Nicholas, children as young as yourselves liked to play tricks on old Nicholas. Some were so mean that it caused a lot of stress and anger.
At one point it had become too much for Old Nicholas, even his dog was getting fed up with the constant tricks.
So old Nick came up with a plan, he was going to wait until the children came along one day, and play his own little trick upon them…
Little did he know that they were planning the biggest tricks of them all..