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The land of
Legalized segregation
(Redlining)
Blatant discrimination
Lynching
Mass murders
Serial killings
Gradual genocide
All conditions
Imposed by
White privilege
That doesnât exist
To the naked eye
Because those who encounter it
Die...
British Musician Roger Waters' Explosive Address at the UNSC Sends Shock...
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A letter on ârealâ feels
Dear Frank,
Sometimes I get so damned tired of living. Â Of the tough decisions, the vacuum created by us humans void of compassion, fueled by fear, suspicion, greed, assumptions, ego, cruelty...
I get tired of wandering the wildnerness of my own damned mind.  Of wondering whatâs ârightâ, whatâs âtrue.â  Trying to live up to expectations.  The ânot enoughâ complex.  The self-doubt and yearning for something that I canât even put a finger on.  Stressing about finances and feeling lost and confused so much of the time. Â
I hate the cliches--âone step forward, two steps backâ...âthe only way out is throughâ...âthe cure for the pain is in the painâ...âwhat doesnât kill you makes you strongerâ...âfear is the natural reaction to getting closer to the truthâ...âWhat we seek lies on the edge of our comfort zoneâ...âthe night is darkest before the dawnâ...on and on...
What does it take to feel âALIVEâ?!  Going through the motions...fake it til you make it...sometimes just doesnât cut it.  I know I donât always feel this way and wonât always feel this way.  But in these moments, Iâm swept by the time of the existential bullshit.  The intoxicating desire to cease to exist...dissolve into the simple matter that makes up the rest of the universe, reassemble as something else...re-set, start the game over, try again. Â
How I despise feeling disillusioned, melancholy, lacking inspiration. Â How did we get here, exactly here where we are in time and space? Â A time reminiscent of the bloody and cruel days of nationalism, fear and hate? Â A parallel universe in which a psychologically unstable bigot is ruling one of the most powerful nations on earth. Â Holy fuck how and why? Â
And what now? Â Where do we go from here? Â
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