Don’t give up on people
You are people.
The best to lead
Is the one who does not want to.
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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?
People concerned with morality
Are actually concerned with controlling others.
Put another way, they are concerned with power
And the ego’s base need to be ‘right’.
When someone asks you
How you are
This could be an invitation:
Not to ‘small talk’
But to honest conversation.
There’s more than enough small talk.
And so many of us
Feel like we have nobody to really talk to.
We don’t talk
Because we don’t think anyone wants to listen
We don’t want to listen
Even though a little listening
Would go a long way
Such a long way
We don’t talk
We don’t fucking listen
People die inside
Then they die for good
Not for good,
But for nothing
And, if not for nothing, then for misguided reasons
The suffering goes on
For want of
A kind ear
A kind heart
You could die for
Not simply expressing yourself
And maybe it could all have been avoided
If we’d have only broken the surface
Just the once.