Strange days have found us. The Doors 1967...
Strange days have found us. 2016, December.
The end of history? I can't stop laughing about Fukuyama.
The disease of capitalism has spread all over the world. No one talks about capitalism a lot nowadays. It seems out of fashion to be critical towards it. We keep accelerating and growing until we collapse.
The rich people are trying to defend the fat of the land from the poor, from the immigrants, from whoever is out there to grab it.
We let some places be bombed to ashes, poison other places with pesticides and fertilizers, and fill the rest with concrete. What for? To grow, to accelerate until we collapse.
From consumerism to standardization we dance in the treadmill until we suffocate in our goods and in our desires.
There is no time for democracy anymore, no time for heartbeat.
However, as a privileged member of this society, I can try to break free. I am not much endangered by starvation or war. Who knows what will wait for me around the next corner, but I am free.
I can stop all this lamentation for a while, look into the full moon, walk the dog in a peaceful forest and meditate.
So it is time. Time to reach out and to try to lend others a hand. It's time to help some other people to leave the shadows behind. It is time to meditate and then maybe to communicate.
In the rat-race that we call career, there doesn't seem to be much time for that. So let the strange days find us. Forget the fear or face the fear. After the collapse we will walk again, but this time slowly, build our houses brick-by-brick and then lie down in the sunlight on a Sunday afternoon.
