humans disenchant me

I’m looking forward to shifting from a position that isn’t as “media heavy” as my current day job and into more of a behind-the-scenes writer gig. As I state time and time again, newspapers make me sick. I don’t mean that in a symbolic way, they physically make me throw up, shed tears, and have all other sorts of negative reactions.

I stand by my belief that the real purpose of life is love spreading. Do the best you can to love the planet, the creatures roaming it, and genuinely be a decent person. As I’m smacked daily with various media doses of death, destruction, or threats there of… I cannot care any less of the supposed “cause” behind such horrors. One simple question continuously floats to the front of my mind.

What the FUCK is wrong with people?

The only thing more amazing than how utterly fucked a minority of humans are is the way these humans attempt to validate their fucked-ness via religion, politics, cultural differences, race, gender, money, power, or whatever else they can invent on the day.

I understand that the more I leach onto various negativities, the more I damage myself and my soul purpose of lighting up wherever I can reach. I find that when I come across people passionate for a cause, whether it’s human/animal rights, personal freedoms, or political democracy (for example) – something I fail to connect with is the direction of their dismay. “We hate the government because…” “We hate terrorists because…” “We hate corporations because…”

Behind every direction of angst is one common factor. HUMANS.

I do not identify as a misanthrope because I understand that a majority of humans live their life in attempt to do right and are quite beautiful. I also believe we all come from one source. The latter of these two concepts obviously being much more difficult to manage.

I need to hide in New York City for awhile with no understanding of anything outside of Art.

Not long to go…

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