As bad as I’ve done in school, my entire life, teachers have always told me I’m smart. I’d like to think that maybe I am, but it’s debatable. If there is anything that does set me apart, it’s awareness. I see things others don’t, and I don’t mean the blue man who walked into the wall.
When I talk about ideas like the totalitarian slave state we’re all heading towards, being complicit in our own subjugation by accepting the oppressive conditions we’re living in, most people just call that ‘going to work’. While on one level, they’re not wrong, there’s still something else, deeper, behind the scenes; I think they’re missing it.
I’ve tried discussing how institutions like marriage are not only archaic but actually counterintuitive to what love is supposed to be. I say that love is freedom and contractually obligating your partner to you, is in fact the opposite of what it means to love someone. I explain how a young couple starting a life together could better use those thousands of dollars they’re spending on throwing a pretentious party (wedding) for themselves, for something more important, like food and shelter. They never even have a decent counter argument, they just mumble something about it being tradition. But truth is like light and just like you can’t stop the sun from shinning, most marriages end in divorce.
Miss Lauryn Hill, the famously reclusive R&B singer once said, ”We spend our life in sacrifice to a system for the dead. Are you sure it’s God you’re serving? Obligated to a system, getting less than you’re deserving.”
Is she referring to these systems, created by dead men, that we artificially prop up – to our own detriment?
I dream of a world where we throw off the shackles of the past to forge ahead with a new enlightened, current, and more relevant way of being.
Theres an expression that says if you raise a child in church, he’ll always come back. But really that just means you have to feed nonsense to a child because an adult will never believe the literal interpretation of these superstitions.
Even though my parents tried to raise me with the same arbitrary lessons passed down to them for generations, from who I can only assume were slave masters, somehow I was able to see through it at an early age.
I remember my first ever debate. I overheard a kindergartener describing in great length a conversation he had with the Cookie Monster. He was explaining how the Cookie Monster asked how many cookies would he have left if he started with 5 and then ate 2. Scott proudly shouted, ”three!” at the T.V. The Cookie Monster reassuringly said ”Yes that’s right”.
I interjected the conversation he was having, trying to explain how the cookie monster cannot hear him. I tried to tell him the Cookie Monster wasn’t real at all, just a puppet being controlled by forces off camera. Some things never change.
Needless to say that regardless of how sound my argument was, he wasn’t mentally prepared to accept this truth. It’s not that Scott was dumb, he was a better student than me. What he lacked was awareness. This frustration I had with Scott I still feel today, as I try to explain what I see as obvious truths, hidden in plain sight.
I don’t let it upset me because just like Scott would eventually realize the cookie monster wasn’t real, soon enough you too will realize, neither is anything else.