what is it all about

How far we have progressed in everything robotic, everything systematic , technical, calculated and cold.

Applying ourselves consistently to create gadgets and the like, that make our lives faster, less intimate, a whirlwind of seeking affirmation and recognition from unknown faces, bots created to attend to the 'mundane', swing opinions and falsely represent popularity so to sway the mindless minions who crave fame of the most superficial sort....a level of shit that will lead to their downfall...most definitely.

The tragedy being, that, even those with their feet firmly planted on the ground, not easily swayed by the falseness of progression cannot help but get caught in societal demands .

Men and women sea sawing on the cusp of sanity...one day up and then the other down. 

Families influenced by the fast paced ever changing, demands required to simply survive. 

Parents no longer having the time to invest in nurturing and loving the naivety of their kids but, rather, forcing them to grow up fast, without much guidance, and start making a buck sooner rather than later...no matter how.

Children thinking they know it all. Basing their realities and truths on the very short lives they have had on mother earth. Demanding respect, feeling an entitlement to be taken seriously, disrespecting the path of growth through experience turning to social sites for answers and affirmation of their lost ways.

Where is that hug? Where is that hand solid and firm on the shoulder of a young man  making his way into adulthood, accompanied by caring wise guiding words of an elder?...and, if such is available, the respect from the young man that, those wise words can safeguard against many an unnecessary wrong turning.  

Where is that endearing peck from a mother, on the cheek of young lings...that little kiss that knows to make one giggle, feel the care and love...see the unconditional acceptance of the errs of a child  in the eyes of a doting mother?

Today the world is so fucked up. Plastic represents everything...young and old...young thinks they are old and know it all...old unaccepting of the passing of time, botoxified and pulled into a silly surgical eternal grimace of a smile  to be witnessed in their actions, playing on level ground with their young lings, in competition with them, giving them too much credit for knowledge not yet gained.

The magic of closeness, the magic of touch surpassed by virtual reality , deceit and lies in the deformation of the natural order of life.

Political correctness an excuse to condone every wrong every lost way...a state of confused rubbish. Why bother about morals and old ways and scruples and claim to be progressive and cultured when political correctness is the answer to all fuck ups...making it right.

What is it all about? 

RB.