The Fog and the Machine: Recent Thoughts – 1
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about modern everyday life, my life, society as a whole, and an individual’s role within it. My role within it.
A cog in the machine.
I’ve been thinking about the state of the machine itself. Is it something beautiful? Does it have a purpose? Where is it going? Is it still going? Has it stopped? Is it broken? Is it happy?
Does it need to be? Does it matter? Does the “good” out weigh the “bad”? Or does it all just weigh it down?
The machine might not feel, but the cog does. And we’re all a bit rusty.
Society is weighed down. The machine has settled. The cogs have stopped moving. You and I have settled.
What makes someone settle? To live a life of monotonous drudgery, of feigning mild interest in the mundane, and continuing the cycle of civilized life. To live, to “make” love, to reproduce, and bestow this same task to those that will remain long after you and I are gone, and have been replaced.
Why do we settle? Is it because we believe ourselves to be powerless or incapable in a society of supposed convenience? Where real effort is deemed obsolete, out dated, or something to be recognized and admired like a kind of artistic commodity. Where those people who actually get things done are the ones with access to the most conveniences, the most privileges, the most money, or those that are most willing to entertain those that do.
So where in this world, perverted and/or subverted by self-satisfaction, is there room for authentic social and emotional experiences, real connections, a meaningful life? The kind of experiences that can penetrate the facade of contentment and find it’s way to the fog of comfort and complacency that we all sustain and endure? The kind of meaningful experiences that generates change, starts a movement, topples an empire to build another. The kind of genuine connections that help us confront our fears, our hatred, our ugliness, and forgives them, let’s them go, resolves them, and redefines the way we view our ability to affect the world we often passively participate in. Ghosts in the Machine.
This world is ours. It is mine. It is yours. And every moment it moves, slowly, leaving you, me, everyone behind, in that fog. We can settle, cooperatively isolating ourselves and submitting to the bonds of apathy, silently, idly awaiting our last breath as the cycle continues.
Or we can do what we know we should do. What we all avoid doing at all costs, until the very last possible moment. Or even until that moment passes. We can stand, rise above that deception of security, of inadequacy, of that suffocating fog.
We can move, push ourselves. Not to out run the past or to get caught up with the future, but to move with the world as it moves, instead of letting it move us, or worse, to consenting to be restrained from moving all together.
It’s all too easy to loose ourselves in this fog, to loose sight of where we’ve been, and where we want, or wanted to go.
It’s not about knowing where you’re going,
What matters is that you’re going at all.
Stand. Don’t settle. Move with the world. Move the machine. Move one another.
Feel and define what matters, what’s meaningful.
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