Labels shape our reality.
Sacred may be the name you have been given. Blasphemy may have been the curse of every other label you collected thus far. Stillness rules in the absence of fools claiming honor present to intelligent wisdom in the same mind trusting in the absence of foulness.
- When did it all start?
- Can we ever escape?
- What lies beyond the landscape?
— Evolution Diminishes. #recognize
Time marks you leaving its print on you. Today I call you child. Tomorrow I call you man. In between, you never became man. You never lived as a child.Time demands it. Whether it’s true or not. The label governs it and you are lost in the wilderness of labels claiming you before you can claim yourself.
The sad truth is that you believe in its progression. You spend your life lying and on the off chance you wake up. From one system enforcing its choices, you let go to be imprisoned by another waiting to suck you dry.
From time to space, the struggle never ends.
— Hierarchy Rules. #understand
Horizontally or vertically, from school to the workplace, you are positioned. Intern, student you are framed. Teacher, leader you are named. One holds you in power, and the other gives in to it.Mysteriously you sometimes succeed in climbing the ladder. You give praise to your past labels for your accomplishments and in the endless depravity of who you truly are you carry on.
Seamlessly traversing the terrain to the admonition of a faint whisper that calls you to go beyond the landscape yet by means of survival you find safety in the next title on the echelon of slavery.
Space becomes an arena for power and leverage. One credential over the other. One institution backing another. One label above all.
The ruling rules in hierarchy adorned to a present room filled with heads nodding to the witnessing of time.
The last contender peeks from behind its observatory seeking success, pleasure, and happiness while not one gained, the pursuit continues in a story that defies logic marrying fantasy in the glory of irony.
— Essence lost. #accept
Same day, we wake up. Same day, man or woman trumps absurdities in the wind of negligence to wisdom in fiction told to sate the safety of fragile egos and insecurities revolting against themselves in destitution.Enough is said. When the observer can no longer see beyond the label it claims. There is no one home. And home becomes a refuge to no one.
The vultures pray on the death trap set in honor of labels met in the deliverance of today, the structure chokes all options and merit as the essence of humanity dwindles in the face of a calamity unfolding with no one revolting.
Until next time,
Carlo
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