basically America is dead. There is no political voice. Music is dead. Our way of thinking is dead, our commerce is dead. Everything in this society has been done. That's where we are as a country.... Nasir jones aka nasty Nas.
i will be honest, i am growing weary. voicing my opinions, trying to exploit the system for what it really is, constantly informing myself and others around me about serious social crisis that we experience. but people are not listening, and why should they, i am just an angry youth with no credentials to back me up. maybe i should just give up? perhaps its time to grow up right? accept things the way it is, get out and get a mundane job like everyone else? should i sell out my integrity and my values in order for me to live the picket fence suburbia dream?
i stubbornly trudge on pathetically in a desperate attempt to see the light at the end of the tunnel . constantly i find myself wading in the same cenote deep beneath the surface, running over myself in a repetitive fashion without ever breaking out of this cycle. for the longest time i waited for my messiah, whether he came in the form of a drug, a divine being, an ideology, or a benevolent alien species, i was their waiting for him hiding from reality. then BOOM reality check, i can run as far as i want from my problems only to have them haunt me. but now it is enough, it is time for me to respectfully toss in the towel and lift the burden of thinking cynically off my shoulders. i have made the obvious realization that the biggest self delusion one can bring upon themselves is the belief that one is limited or that he isn't capable of something. this veil of maya has finally lifted itself from my eyes and for the first time in a long time i can actually see. i speak for the entirety of humanity when i say this "we need to take our asses from our heads and shake them to this funky melody." MELODY as in being harmonious with life, allow yourself to be strung and let yourself resonate with full potential.
as much as chillen in the park blazin thick bangin on drums and spinning poi is cool and everything, your not really doing anything. we talk about change in our little THC induced philosophical rants but then forget what we talked about almost immediately AHAHAHA its the stoner paradox! but seriously ladies and germs we can profess to each other all we want about Buddha this, taoist that, new age this, 911 conspiracy that and i can see that we are not really getting anywhere. now don't take me wrong, i understand that everything i talked about previously you hold dear and take very seriously, but so do I and please continue to do those things, im punching myself in the face. what hurts is seeing people talk about these concepts and not apply them in real life, i am guilty of this to. our subculture is beautiful, lets not ruin it with ignorance and pretentiousness.
so now i return back to my original point. how am going to possibly escape the "western dream." i hope to achieve this by becoming a journalist because i will have the freedom to be artistic and critical, my original career of choice really but i dicked around for two years because i was torn in two for my family wanted me to get a career that pays well. how cliche right? well i will be one of those individuals who shot for the unreachable and will either succeed or fail trying. and i am perfectly fine with that. god have mercy on ye souls if my words are published. no one will be able to hide from my wrath, for i will expose you.
and remember kiddies, the change you want to see in the world has to be within yourself.
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