Seriously, to write my true feelings at times escapes me. We live in an age where the white noise of social media consumes every original thought and idea like a tsunami of confusion. With corporate censorship and platforming, social media is trending towards advertising and less of the ideas of the one and the essential truths of freedom.
Social media in five years shall be indistinguishable from the commercial breaks on television.
This is also why you see the last gasps of radicals and revolutionaries on these platforms. On both sides, give me a break. Less normal people, and more radical factions at war with each other. You can't even post something halfway normal without being attacked as an -ist or an alt-something. You get dragged into the war because the war must self-justify itself in order to continue.
"If we stopped firing at the other side, peace may just break out!"
And social media companies allow this to perpetuate because it drives engagement. They are the ones being careless. They are the ones feeding the supplies to the warring factions. And what you see is replacing individual voices with corporate advertisements. This is the only thing they can do because their platforms have been taken over by radicals.
And with every day, the radicals are silenced and replaced by commercials.
I suppose it a fitting end. They get what they deserve. Buy now, it is a limited time offer.
Clarity is what I seek. Clarity. The driving purpose of the same. A truth inside which consumes me and forces me to write my heart out until three in the morning, only to fitfully sleep and wake up the next day to do more of the same. The rest of this bullshit can go. Goodbye. Good riddance. Get the fuck out of my life. White noise and all.
I also seek a measure of bravery. To write what I truly feel, to be fearless and let my hands write the same. I seek a place with no judgment of my purpose nor chains to bind me to the past. Criticism? I fear not because I am one. Fuck that. I reviewed once upon a time. I know the hurt my words caused. I was thanked many times inflicting for the same. Pop an infection or rip a band-aid off and it hurts.
But only through pain can we heal.
And only through pain can we improve.
I am not a part of this politics of the current age. I choose to live above it. I choose to live my life first and walk away from these fake social media anger-fests and crusades which draw you in and use you. To get you to care about fake outrage. To spit you out a broken human being, war-weary veteran of the social media wars - and you don't even get any psychological counseling or healthcare after these people drag you in. Yeah. Be careful what wars you 'volunteer' for. You just may end up paying a price you never knew you signed up for, and suffer wounds no one shall pay for but yourself.
More pills to take every morning.
Because they shall never end. With every dawn comes a new outrage. With every dusk the seeds of another are planted. Hate is not my life. Does that make me a harder heart and more bitter person? You bet it does. But I come first. I have one life, I need to live it for myself. Let the activists paid for by the NGOs and PACs fight these wars.
I hope to the goddess they provide health care and mental counseling for their digital soldiers.
And these warriors shall be replaced by the advertisements soon enough.
~Sylvia
Social media in five years shall be indistinguishable from the commercial breaks on television.
This is also why you see the last gasps of radicals and revolutionaries on these platforms. On both sides, give me a break. Less normal people, and more radical factions at war with each other. You can't even post something halfway normal without being attacked as an -ist or an alt-something. You get dragged into the war because the war must self-justify itself in order to continue.
"If we stopped firing at the other side, peace may just break out!"
And social media companies allow this to perpetuate because it drives engagement. They are the ones being careless. They are the ones feeding the supplies to the warring factions. And what you see is replacing individual voices with corporate advertisements. This is the only thing they can do because their platforms have been taken over by radicals.
And with every day, the radicals are silenced and replaced by commercials.
I suppose it a fitting end. They get what they deserve. Buy now, it is a limited time offer.
Clarity is what I seek. Clarity. The driving purpose of the same. A truth inside which consumes me and forces me to write my heart out until three in the morning, only to fitfully sleep and wake up the next day to do more of the same. The rest of this bullshit can go. Goodbye. Good riddance. Get the fuck out of my life. White noise and all.
I also seek a measure of bravery. To write what I truly feel, to be fearless and let my hands write the same. I seek a place with no judgment of my purpose nor chains to bind me to the past. Criticism? I fear not because I am one. Fuck that. I reviewed once upon a time. I know the hurt my words caused. I was thanked many times inflicting for the same. Pop an infection or rip a band-aid off and it hurts.
But only through pain can we heal.
And only through pain can we improve.
I am not a part of this politics of the current age. I choose to live above it. I choose to live my life first and walk away from these fake social media anger-fests and crusades which draw you in and use you. To get you to care about fake outrage. To spit you out a broken human being, war-weary veteran of the social media wars - and you don't even get any psychological counseling or healthcare after these people drag you in. Yeah. Be careful what wars you 'volunteer' for. You just may end up paying a price you never knew you signed up for, and suffer wounds no one shall pay for but yourself.
More pills to take every morning.
Because they shall never end. With every dawn comes a new outrage. With every dusk the seeds of another are planted. Hate is not my life. Does that make me a harder heart and more bitter person? You bet it does. But I come first. I have one life, I need to live it for myself. Let the activists paid for by the NGOs and PACs fight these wars.
I hope to the goddess they provide health care and mental counseling for their digital soldiers.
And these warriors shall be replaced by the advertisements soon enough.
~Sylvia
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