EXODUS: THE CONFLICT

Society is sick with decay, dying and corrupt. Neighbors don't trust each other, because it's every man for themselves in this era. The age of blind trust in humanity's goodness is dead. We steal from each other, we seek to scalp profit from whomever will fall for our own tactic and marketing. We all want power.

Every like is power, every share is power, every cent we earn is power. And the people who have the most likes may not have these things we desire are held up like golden statues backlit against a magnificent heavenly sky. We want to be like those people. But those people are blank and empty.

They try to solve problems and create new ones. They say things like "pretty girls bleed flowers" in an attempt at poetry. And then self-harm is put on blast, and is tragically romantic in such an attainable way, and everyone posts about depression they don't have. A popular artist and poet makes their mental illnesses into something they can deal with, their disabling features into they're most favored quality, but blind fans looking for the same attention imitate everything they see, healthy or unhealthy.

The problem is the people we hold up and give our attention don't deserve our money or our time. Musical artists manipulate listeners with the same four chords and sing about the same four subjects. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc famous users are just like you and me but have more attention than you and me and all of our friends out together.

What leadership skills do these people have? What qualifications have they met— should they have met? We hold up idiots. We aspire to be selfish and blank and empty. I say fuck it. Fuck them.

If not banish them and upheave them from their thrones of material glory, we banish the rebels the unique thinkers. The troublemakers, the one's who can't be silenced embark on an exodus of the most cruel kind. Social rejection and verbal abuse ensue. Reformation is a dream in the eye of those who can see the cracks in a wall society will paint and paint to look beautiful and attainable.

Pleasure faith, pleasantries, comfortable quiet lives are the aspirations of most. You can lay around in this way and watch TV until you fall asleep every day, adding more and more to your debt and the worlds landfills until you die, or you can do what only you do best until you damn near make that aspiration into reality or die trying. The people who want something leave the bell curve of normal sloth on their own accord.

I've begun my exodus. I want better leadership in our social platforms, I want better role models. Call me strange, call me severe, call me anything but normal. I just want change and I can be a martyr in terms of popularity. I am mean, I am harsh I don't want your approval. I just want posterity to stop being poisoned. I want our youth to follow people worth following, and not just who is good in my opinion.

My opinion is worth next to nothing unless supported by fact. The bolster of truth should be unparalleled in magnitude of power but truth is often corrupted and dressed up and twisted into compliance with opinion. And my opinion is just one lens of truth, colored severely and in ignorance and omission of points outside my zone of reference. But I don't want to be an idiot on your pedestal.

I want real leadership.

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