BUZZWORD
The nature of communication has evolved without end since the advent of grunts and moans to pass along the information we need to navigate reality and interact with society right up until the very moment we digitized everything.
Never before has our own express opinion, our perspectives and unique views been so rigorously skewed by the ubiquity of tangential terms that ebb and flow through our robust social Zeitgeist on a minute to minute basis.
The soul has no more room to breathe, to feel, to reflect or consider... the buzz of words form a crafty doldrum of noise from which we derive our poise and pose a position bereft of any personal consideration.
The anecdote has become the modern litheness test for truth devoid of any demand for proof.
The evidence we require is the admiration of society absent any virtue worthy of respecting.
Select your words cleverly, dancing between polarities, someone will track with your frequency and soon you’re trending... swept away by the glamours glory of vanity that validates your every way of communicating without thinking.
The story of ones own belief has a history as casually dismissed as the cache of memory in the devices we ignore for their scale of infinite accessibility to information that holds us endlessly unaccountable for lacking any sense of reasoning our own.
The home of the heart once riddled with works of conviction and personal predilections akin to art have been torn apart leaving us wondering why history has no legacy worth explaining where this narrative conclusion of human ancestry has found its necessary ending in such a logical wasteland of useless rambling.
The souls lack of understanding is a symptom and not a disease of humanities inability to wean itself from the anesthetic well of poison that swells with deep and unrelenting reprieve from the mystery of self discovery that requires a spirit of curiosity investing endlessly in the inquisitive field of pioneering ones own psyche in the form of something found so compelling it deserves memorializing but we so vainly lacking in any sense of worth value the means to avoid any inconvenience that convicts our souls attention to consider the needs and wants of hungers not our own, thus we feel ever more divorced and alone without connection to our common being through the filial attraction of a mothers breast consoling the daughter of her laborious breath whose dress is her own bodily home.
Let us take up the mantel, once agin, of self discovery… that tails of exploration and expeditions into the lost realms of the mind might harbor records of forgotten history we find less benign then fictions of fantasy that malign not the effort we invest in patient pursuit of knowledge we yearn to learn, gaining wisdom that pains itself to see reality clearly through the lense of scrutiny necessary for coming to an opinion genuinely convincing the totality of our being as interesting.
No longer bouncing from island to island of buzzwords and hashtags, returning instead to the long forgotten tradition of introspective reflection.
Nothing has maligned the capacity of the linguistic mind and rendered it more blind to the purpose of time then the crime of thinking non-critically before publishing our thoughts publicly.
Let us reverse this trajectory and correct our heading towards a destiny whose destination is befitting the situation we are most deserving.