hope there's no bombs where you are now
Sometimes i feel weak
My mind races and all i can see is black. i myself am accursed.
then, i remember what i must to do
i remember where i come from
what i saw, how i felt
it can be a blessing or a curse
more often that not, its both
my life destined to repeat the lives of who came before
but i index to heavily on the past
and forget that i have agency
it is tempting to do so
nothing easier than letting your hands up and absolving yourself of any responsibility
tell me, my father, your mistakes so that i may avoid them.
had an interesting thought late last night.
here is something the media i've consumed has taught me
devalue yourself. take it light and non-serious.
make self-deprecating remarks, this is cool
very much an embodiment of chandler bing
of course, its unfair to caste blame solely on media
but i can't help but wonder if its true
these were not the stories men of yore grew up listening to, were they?
there are eerie similarities between this and liberal politics, somewhere in the latent space of my mind
i do not think this was a concerted effort
there is no one to hold responsible
this is simply a product of the times, times of abundance and peace
but these times may not last forever, so what can we do?
i do not know, but i will try my best