I find it so easy to get lost in the noise of the world. The beeping, dinging, and ringing never seems to end. More now than ever you have to search out that quiet time. It doesn’t present itself like it once did when I was younger. Sometimes I wonder if that is because my world was simpler when I was a kid, or because the world was simpler when I was a kid.
I wonder if my own children are able to find that place or if they are constantly poked and prodded with notifications that don’t matter and update alerts we don’t need.
The world is supposed to be more connected. The internet and all its apps are supposed to make the world feel smaller. If that is really so, why does it seem so much bigger, or maybe it is the same size, but we have shrunk in stature. I’m unsure, but I know it seems harder to make a change. Harder to stand for what you believe in. Harder to find peace and harder to pay for it too.
The world is moving fast, and it is designed to make us feel anxious. To make us feel as if just barely holding onto this bullet train of life is cause for celebration. The bar is set low. The people are simply passengers now. We no longer have access to the engine car.
The train never stops. It never slows down. It is a task just to stand up and move forward. The pressure pushes you back into your seat, where most people stay. Seated in a cozy chair, distracted by the trinkets that the conductors pass out whenever the people begin to get restless.
The people no longer pay attention to where we are going, we barely seem to be able to remember where we have been. We know our trinkets though. We know our sport statistics and our celebrity gossip. We think we know the news but we only know what they tell us.
People walk around with the daily headlines memorized without ever reading the story. You can get sick reading on a train. Best to just sit back down. If you must read then just read the big print and then walk around with your chest out as if you are some sort of expert. Simply because you memorized the daily narrative and know the most recently prescribed talking points.
Our government is disconnected from the people and we are being drug along a track that ends in the ruining of a nation. If we do not regain control of this train, we will all suffer in the wreckage while tyrants continue to steal from our pockets. It doesn’t matter to them if the treasure is blood stained. It all spends.