I don't write the way I would, a hundred years ago. I often imagine living in a wilderness and living off the land like Thoreau, one of my many ancestors who wrote. Distant relations, all those creative minds, and I sit alone observing the world from a safe distance.
It is definitely a Brave New World and 1984 rolled into one. Manipulation by the Mass Media keeps propaganda flowing and leaves society confused and helpless. Society escapes into things, into desires, into technology, into selfishness..... Where is the greater good for mankind?
I understand hard work and incentive brings out the best. I also understand suffering ad lack of the basic needs of survival. There are families leaving in cars because the cannot afford rents.
Who am I? Silence. I had in my dreams, never speaking out Against injustice.... I had inside the walls I built, keeping everyone out to protect a fragile heart from the cruelties of life. It is not helpless, we just make ourselves feel that way. I have open my voice, and it will grow in time. No more silence.
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