Look, Mom. I Made It …

“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society” – Jiddu Krishnamurti

To be the best murderer in a world of murderers. To be a reputable advocate for the devil. To have the most potent poison.

This quote highlights fragments of my internalized philosophy regarding the world.

Yeah. This place is a mess.

We can agree that it’s easier to work on our inner peace than it is to bring peace to the outside world. I look at everything and I see no redeeming qualities. Noone actually knows what they’re doing, or where they’re going. In many ways, people are hoping everything keeps working as intended — a war could start tomorrow and this would be my last blog post.

There are systems that have persisted, I believe. Systems that people choose to engage with to be better identified as successful members of society. Only because those same systems are entrenched and continue to be fed.

I like to believe our material world is in many ways reflective of the dominant ideology carried by the supposed “elite” members of society.

Corporate culture of greeding profits — modern age bourgeoisie.

Performative progressives calling themselves “influencers” — contemporary prophets (to those that give AF)

NFT obsessives — Gregor McGregor apologists

 … the list goes on.

And in all that, you find people who have apparently “made it”. They know the blueprint and how it all works. It’s a kind of natural selection at play. Realizing that there are parts of our culture that have since gone off the rocks but choosing to engage with it regardless. Not as a means of survival. But out of desperation, to be included; to be validated. Because you’re a pariah if you don’t — attention-seeking —weak, if you don’t seize opportunities that are morally bankrupt. 

Like the quote suggests — is mastering these poisonous systems what we’ve come to identify as being great or successful? Having more material gain over others? Being able to compel millions to action that is self-serving? 

If so, consider me underwhelmed.

– O.D. ©2021

Art by: Kuvshinov-Ilya

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