like wolves. like smoke. like the rest of the fucking world.

January 02, 2011

just enough to piss you off:

“It’s funny how afraid we are of gravity itself,
when defying it should be our biggest fear.”

Every generation, every culture, every society is defined by movement or an icon. Looking back, it’s easy to stereotype decades, eras, peoples, into convenient little looks, styles and stigmas.
This current generation will be an easy one to define — all we’ll have to do is open our web browsers.

The internet has quickly become our society’s crutch. It’s something we rely on, something we quench, something we desire.
And unfortunately for us, we’re no longer in control of it.
As much as we’d like to believe we aren’t, we’re all slaves to something much bigger than us. We’re paying for freedom, we’re paying for knowledge and we’re paying for our own identity.
We're no better than a bunch of fucking junkies.

Our crutch began as nothing but a pretty little toy that we built.
But now it’s grown;
it’s snowballed into an entity of it’s own.
Our resource is now feeding off of us,
and we’re all laying back and accepting it.

Wake up.
Is this how you want to be remembered?
As a profile?
As a number?
As a series of still images?
A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a legacy is worth more than any of that.

Pull out of Big Brother and try to remember who you were.
And more importantly,
who you could be.

*NOTE: I realize the irony that lies in this being posted on a blog, but you're not gonna come read it off my notepad now, are you?

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