Reviving public writing

Notebooks, journals, pages filled with sentences.
Brain thoughts, inner feeling vibrations. Scribbled out in lines, to remember the occasions. The ones which pass too quickly, the ones that need to be documented for future memories.

Are all humans feeling the squeeze? The mental grips which seek to release? The freedom that comes after we’re done with free dumb?

There has been much to capture these last few years. Covid really kicked us off onto another path, but we just picked back up where we left off in Feb 2019. No thing changed, streets filled with cars again, distribution chains back with higher dollar signs. Maybe we didn’t learn any thing?

Will we all ways remain, chiseled into seem to be, unmovable forms? Ones which erode away with the trends and the change of age? Maybe humans will never see the beauty that is life. The rotation of Earth, the balance of the sun and full moon. The vast dome of the night sky, Orion aiming across vast distances, but we’re these tiny grains of sand, pulled to the surface that we label Earth. Disconnected from all that is only inwardly felt, not seen.

Have the airwaves, invisible and inner-visible all been jammed with non sense, so much so that we’re truly trapped. Statues, moved about by supply chains, metal tracks we all tend to and abide by. Our survival, dependent on these loud, clanking machines of “progress.”

Yet, our health is not improving in pace with the increase of “wealth.” Our lifestyles are not increasing peace in pace with the optimizing we’re doing with AI and technology.

It’s just the beginning. Who is still winning?

I can’t speak for other generations, but for mine…we’re too old to remain numb and silent. We’re at the intersection of children playing together outside to children gathering around a television set inside.

Yet, we’re still gazing at these stone pillars of institutions, from entertainment, to politics. We’re dependent on others for our survival. From those chains wrapped around water, food, and shelter…to those veiled curtains which hide our collective funds called taxes.

Are any of the generations truly happy with how these rules are written? Since when did our time become a dollar sign, the present moment no longer has any value as we’re aiming for future goals. Future careers, future titles, future homes, future vacations, future…future…future.

All of that thinking of what the future present shall bring, we’ve left the responsibility of “democracy” to the pant suits playing a game we all know. A game we ignore the rules to, complain when elections are up, and then mock the “government” for the way local to federal are playing the game.

We’re doing nothing to solve solutions, we could collective come together…start new schools, develop community cleaning groups, fill in pot holes together, design local art for the neighborhoods.

But we wait…angrily and with frustration, as we point fingers at the ones we allow to remain “in charge of our giant funds of capital we all put into.

Imagine the time, capital and energy that could be put towards community solutions if we weren’t continuously giving up energy nationwide for politicians who are so often disconnected from the struggles and the luxuries of being a human in society.

We know the game is bought out, we know politicians are bought out. We know the game is set for a particular destination…one that rarely ever speaks for all humans.

Globally…we are the movers of these supply chains. We are the craftsmen and tradesmen repairing the crumbling infrastructures of society. We are the educators, the engineers, the gardeners, the farmers, the architects.

We are the ones we’re waiting for. We have long been contemplating cutting the puppet strings, but we can’t cut those dangling our politicians around if we haven’t cut our own.

From democracy to capitalism, these were only men’s observations. Recommendations, solutions for particular times.

It’s time we write new words, new deeds, new passions, new activities. As we step into more and more digitally connected worlds, we have a unique opportunity to connect with one another and nature too.

Coalition over competition. All ways.

As nature continues be-ing. We humans must learn how to be. As a species, utilizing nature for all that keeps us alive, we must learn to feel her presence.

Will that be the way? A way to unite us all, across the globe? A unified species, self organizing as a collective, for wholesome survival? Utilizing our forms, minds, and spirits to comprehend the present that is reality.

I can only have faith, we will all get there someday. It’s up to us to shape the culture and the economics of our systems. Then we will truly understand the very specific needs for our systems of governance.

Let’s get beyond blaming politicians and policy. Let’s get to work on solutions which build a society that can live truly beyond "happy.