Been a few days since I’ve posted anything; not sure if I have it in me to post every single day? It’s a nice thought, but I am just an overall lazy person, or maybe it’s apathy? I don’t know, but it’s been a life long struggle.
In this entry I am twenty three years old, and it has been a few weeks since my second kidney transplant, I was writing a lot of poetry.
How do I motivate myself? What do I need to do to wake up? Wake up! Come on now, SNAP out of it!
There’s nothing to do around here! I’m not the only one who feels this way.
We are the generation of the Hopelessly Numb!
We have nothing to look forward to; nothing but death!
Yet there’s all of this pressure. Pressure. Pressure. Get married. Get a job and make lots of money. Hurry up! You’re wasting you’re life away!
There’s no time. Run! Run! Run!
Around and around the hamster wheel we go.
Always running, but never really getting anywhere.
It’s a vicious cycle. Life. What is Life anyway? And is it really all that viscous?
Some people think. Some don’t.
Think lovely thoughts. Take lots of pills. We’re all in a medicated state, whether we know it or not.
Think. Think. Think.
But not too much. Who really needs to think anyway?
Let’s watch TV.
The Devil’s advocate. The Devil or the Government?
Is there a difference? Are you making a difference? If you are, will it truly count in the END?
Will anyone even remember? Does anyone even care? Not as far as I can tell.
Numb. Dumb. Bored.
A generation of lost souls. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to get excited about.
The passion is gone.
What little there was to begin with.
That’s about all that’s left.
Intellectual conversations are few and far between. Why?
Who wants to deal with that? We might get offended. Good! Get mad.
Think about where you stand, who you are, what you know?
Start making conscious decisions. Take responsibility for your actions,
It’s no one’s fault but your own.
If you don’t like it,
It sounds so simple, maybe it is as simple as it sounds? We are a generation of lazy.
I blame technology. A hinderance and a help. A double edged sword.
How do we have our cake and eat it to? Is there even a way?
We are a generation of robots and scholars.
When will we get out of this funk? When will we learn how to enjoy ourselves? When will we dance?
Dancing is the path to freedom.