Answer me, please, what is productive today? War is imminent. We just had COVID.
If you built anything the odds are it will just get torn down. What did you build it for in today's society? It is collapsing.
Reiterate productive? You're building it for a society that rejects you. All you're buying is hyperinflation as taxation bites. What are you buying anyway? Some other woke generation out to cancel you. Go and be productive. As you get deplatformed anyway.
Or provide just one little concern? Today. Look at it.
Threads like these make me laugh. You're living to better society, as hell blows over and your vote doesn't count? But all you can do is hope there's more of this or if you worked harder they don't tax you more. Come on. Smell the bullshit. It is ironic.
Tell you what wake us up when anybody else should care.
Yes, I share those dreams. Envious even. But fighting seems like a lost cause today. It seems quite pointless. What are the increasing odds it will become much worse. Until there is no productivity in that sense of it being worth it. And until it hits bottom only then will society either break or it will improve.
The dreaded odds are bearing all the big warning signs of the worst is on the way. Then and only then it just might be worth it. Fight or flight. Instincts become reality. One can only dream of more than this shitshow.
I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness. Last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.
Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.
Answer me, please, what is productive today? War is imminent. We just had COVID.
If you built anything the odds are it will just get torn down. What did you build it for in today's society? It is collapsing.
Reiterate productive? You're building it for a society that rejects you. All you're buying is hyperinflation as taxation bites. What are you buying anyway? Some other woke generation out to cancel you. Go and be productive. As you get deplatformed anyway.
Or provide just one little concern? Today. Look at it.
Threads like these make me laugh. You're living to better society, as hell blows over and your vote doesn't count? But all you can do is hope there's more of this or if you worked harder they don't tax you more. Come on. Smell the bullshit. It is ironic.
Tell you what wake us up when anybody else should care.
Yes, I share those dreams. Envious even. But fighting seems like a lost cause today. It seems quite pointless. What are the increasing odds it will become much worse. Until there is no productivity in that sense of it being worth it. And until it hits bottom only then will society either break or it will improve.
The dreaded odds are bearing all the big warning signs of the worst is on the way. Then and only then it just might be worth it. Fight or flight. Instincts become reality. One can only dream of more than this shitshow.
I haven't seen that society in what seems like a lifetime ago. This society is as you say hopeless, soulless, full of deceit and lies, anger and rage, and greed and distrust. It is haunting, knowing, fighting or escaping it. But every so often just for a minute there is that beauty, acts of sweet kindness. Last weekend for example. She was divine. Moments in what seems like an eternity of otherwise hell. I would even break my only rule, never see twice, done that too many times, hundreds and hundreds, because it won't be the same. But my god. Alive. Doubt she shared that sentiment, she was simply a much rarer perfect nice, but she's going home, continents away. Back to reality, woke up on Monday, battered by lies, greed, and distrust. Fighting so many battles, they're almost hopeless, waiting to live or die trying.
Metaphors are better stoic. Insulated. It is easier to turn it off than too rat race. There simply isn't any prep for it. Weather out an increasing storm and hope it all blows over, but it won't. I'd rather be hit by lightening if I could only hear silence again. Peace. A society working together, instead of tearing each other apart. And the imminent disasters proceeding from one to the next, as we're simply crushed into blinded obedience.