Fucked Up World

Sometimes at night, when I’m struggling to sleep, I lie in bed and think. One thing I find myself dwelling on time and time again is that this generation could have been the one that saved the world, instead we’ve just maintained the status quo. We’ve let our leaders fob us off with platitudes and half measures, meanwhile climate change gets worse and our finite resources get ever closer to being used up. All we’ve really done is made the rich richer and the poor poorer, whilst sinking ever further into our own little worlds in an attempt to forget the real one we’re fucking up. It speaks volumes to me that our biggest issues are social justice issues, some privileged fool whining about other people being privileged when, in most western countries, we all have the same rights and are bound by the same laws. It seems like national and international governments actively seek to keep people involved in this drama to distract us from the larger issues like climate change, pollution and wealth disparity. The scary part for me is that it works, our young people have bought into it, they rage and shout and hold protests about these perceived injustices. They've brushed aside the real problems we face to jump on a bandwagon… we are nothing more than zombies...

Lost Thoughts

Over the last few years I have found that I tend to do my best thinking on my walk into work. Whilst this might, at first, seem like an odd time to be lost in thought, in reality it is not. By that point in the morning I have been awake and active for some time, I have generally showered, eaten a fairly healthy breakfast, of porridge and dried fruit, and drank at least one large glass of water or fruit juice. Bearing this in mind I am actually well primed for my working day, both mentally and physically. However being well prepared for work does not mean that I am actually ready to face spending yet another 10 hours surrounded by people I despise, doing a job I can barely stand. To help prepare myself for this, as soon as I step out of the door my body goes into auto pilot and my mind becomes lost in private imaginings and thoughts. Unfortunately this means that by the time my working day is over, and I’m back and my parents, I have completely forgotten any ideas that I may have had.