Death may be forever
But it doesn’t matter, because you won’t notice.
Live your life like it matters
Even if it doesn’t.
Because the only thing that really matters is that you think it does;
That will be more than enough.
No compassionate act is wasted
(…no matter how small it is)
As it reminds you of your goodness,
And it feeds your soul.
If you’re an ironic enough person
You can use irony to completely disclaim
Anything that you say or do.
You can exist as some kind of miasma
Entirely uncommitted to your actions
Your beliefs shrouded in paradox and mismatch.
It would, perhaps, be a metaphysical practice,
If not for the level of self-consciousness or contrivance that is often involved.
In a free(er/ish) society, ideas go through something of a process of Darwinian selection. Ideas are ‘stress tested’ by free and open debate.
The process can be rough, but is necessary in order for bad ideas to be tested and weeded out (…at least in theory).
If ideas and dialogue are suppressed, this process can be interrupted. Unchallenged ideas may slip the net.
Like what happens when a powerful person is surrounded entirely by ‘yes men’, becoming increasingly disconnected from reality. Remember the allegory of the emperor with no clothes?
This is just one of the many reasons we should keep an eye on the state of free speech.
Own your mistakes;
Be an equal participant
In the punishments that the universe
Inevitably dishes out.
Here’s an idea:
(…and not a unique idea).
Social media has normalised narcissism.
(…at least amongst some).
I can’t be the only one
Who thinks that a huge volume of people
And at the slightest provocation
Is a little suspicious.
Or perhaps it’s always been this way,
And the likes of Instagram has finally made the latent narcissism
Frictionless enough to manifest at scale?
Maybe it’s not narcissistic at all,
Maybe it’s just human nature.
The fuck do I know?
Either own what you’re doing
Or change it.
Get the fuck off of the couch,
Or be the greatest couch potato in the universe.