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Thoughts
We feared ourselves…
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Society…
The veil of technology has well and truly settled over us and we the people can barely keep up. It’s funny when you think about it, how in the age of information we know hardly anything. Because the information is now unsolicited, contrived, ego driven, littered with untruths and for anyone who can write code, there to tamper with. Although, previous information was decided by the few for the many and was not much better.
This is nothing new, we have had these concepts put forward for decades, conspiracy theorists and plotters alike are aware that there are those among us who do choose to conspire to deceive people. But being aware of this doesn’t change it.
But they are irrelevant in the bigger picture, the how, the who, the what. Because they all distract you from the why.
What they don’t want you to know, or more importantly what they don’t want you to do. To realise your position, to realise you have the ability to think for yourself, protect yourself and to understand what needs to be done for a better world.
They want you to be in fear, to not trust those around you or yourself, they want your compliance and they will do anything to get it. TV, drugs and manipulated news all play their part to feed you the information they want you to have, or to give you a social problem to tackle while they are busy deciding your future and fate.
But we feel oppressed, we feel the pressure of being herded like sheep and dulled down to fit into a Victorian model of society, of strange pleasantries and social order to which we must adhere or we are considered outcasts. Anarchists. I see them more as progressionists sometimes, the people who can see something so fundamentally wrong with the system that they must question its reason and function. How else can we consider ourselves a civilized society when we run with such an archaic underlying structure?
Anarchy is just a word, as they all are, but it’s the meaning the word implies that is important. It is a word of propaganda, given to mean a rising of the minority who don’t fit into the to system or answer to the call of a corrupt authority. By seeing it as progression-ism means some people trying to affect change, not collapse the whole system. But words can lead to ideas, and ideas can lead to change and that’s what they fear. They want to control you, want to monitor you and want to stop you…
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Beyond Reasoning…
I wonder a lot about things I will never know, too much time spent trying to rewrite the past or understand it. But it was what it was, it was how it was. I think I was always willing to accept it, but wanted to know what I was accepting. Wanted to try and work out why people left and didn’t come back, why people didn’t talk to each other and how it became such a mess. I thought I was equipped to deal with such issues. I though I could handle learning about my family, instead it’s raised more questions than i can find answers for. I like to work out the logic in things but sometimes you just have to accept, it is beyond reasoning.
Time has now taken it’s toll and we are fewer now, so the questions remain and once again become part of an unsolvable mystery…
(c) K Wicks
Living Up To Expectations…
I’m not sure if I had known it would have made a difference, but after I had almost completed my first publishing project I was made aware of other family members who were successful in the field of writing. I had wanted to write since I was six years old, and did, short stories and projects that made me feel satisfied and content. I did not always have support with these stories, often told my reading and writing of horror were a waste of time, I should be reading educational material or at least the classics. They did not entertain me at the time, so I chose horror, or sometimes I think horror chose me.
But my passion for writing continued and after a number of years immersed only in work, the need to write took over. The book was pretty much writing itself in my head so I thought I best put pen to paper (or open a new word file on the computer as is the way these days). Only when it was in the finishing stages of editing did I dare tell my closest family, my grandparents. They are well read people and I was so nervous about what they would think, but I gave them my manuscript and waited.
I hadn’t really comprehended how much their approval meant to me until they gave it. It was the green light I had been waiting for without even realizing it, to have the most critical people I knew pass me as acceptable or at least as having potential. It made my day. But then followed the reveal, did I know, he said, that multiple family members including my great uncle, for doing a play script which is still used today of Treasure Island, and my great aunt and her husband, both authors and he having been a journalist and correspondent for a very well heard of paper for years. Even my uncle had published a book.
For a moment I wasn’t sure what this meant, am I now expected to be a successful author like other members of the family, or was it just encouragement to show me it can be done. Either way, I then had to work out exactly who’s expectation was I really trying to live up to, theirs, or mine?…
(c) K Wicks
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