I’m feeling incredibly sad, though not depressed. I want to live, but what does it really mean to be alive? I don’t mean to get all philosophical, but it’s true. As uncomfortable as it is to hear, it seems that we are valued primarily by our careers and financial output. Our attraction to one another has been conditioned by a broken system to the point where we’ve subconsciously allowed it to dictate our lives. We are here to love, to create life, and with that comes inherent standards. My issue is that these standards have been shaped to favour those profiting from our extreme efforts, which contradicts our true passions and purpose. Essentially, we’re encouraged to ignore our authentic selves. It feels like everyone is playing a role, pretending to be something they’re not just to check boxes in a competitive world. The problem is, it feels like a competition in a tournament that doesn’t even appeal to me—it’s a race to the bottom.
When it comes to gender, the more we define perspectives based on each gender, the more divided we become. The biological differences between men and women are minimal, and if we look at toxic masculinity and toxic feminism from a purely social standpoint, the solution seems to be shared humanity—not deepening the divide with gendered ideals. We’re the same species, and we can’t exist without one another. It’s biologically impossible to create life without love between a man and a woman, so why not focus on that? The real question now is who deserves that love. Perfection doesn’t exist, and we’re all drawn to different things. That’s the beauty of choice and the liberation of personal uniqueness. Yet, the impermanence of relationships in this generation is unsustainable. The lack of genuine connection between people is becoming more common in a world full of struggling individuals. Money and power, which are seen as the most attractive traits, make sense in these difficult times. This only fuels the incentive for young men to aspire to Andrew Tate-like ideals, further reinforcing a system of inequality.
Deep thoughts aside, the fleeting nature of relationships can be fun, but the longer we buy into this mass perception of attraction—these very things we claim to oppose—the longer these social and systemic issues will persist.
Now, I want to talk about war. It’s utter nonsense. Modern warfare is no longer driven by patriotic passion; it’s motivated by the greed of those in power, and it’s the working class who must die for it. When the war drums beat and the shots are fired, our families are harmed, and in response, we harm theirs. It’s a vicious cycle, a "you killed my family, so now I’ll kill yours" mentality, all fuelled by a divided rhetoric of self-defence. Wake up. Stop allowing a small minority to decide when and where blood is shed. Transcend your differences—be it race, gender, or religion—and unite as a people of peace. We were born through love to create life, not destroy it. Tyranny is the enemy of all people. Those consumed by power are selfish, unjust, and disrespectful. We cannot stand for this. We must unite, as one, and say no—or we will perish. Haven’t we learned yet? In 2025, have we really not learned? How can they still dictate our fate while we blindly follow and continue to die?
Next, I want to address conspiracy theories and the deeper questions behind them. Why would they fake the moon landing? Why would 9/11 be an inside job? What’s going on at Area 51? These are questions we toss around in casual conversations after work or school (none of which appeal to me). But we don’t dedicate enough time, effort, or action to address any of these issues. It’s strange. We acknowledge the world’s flaws—the same people still in control—but don’t act because we’ve got work tomorrow, and we’ll just keep contributing to the very system we criticise. It’s frustrating, but I get it. That’s the practical way of the world, but you see my point, right? What are we doing? What are we waiting for? Do we not care enough, or is it just fun to discuss these issues? Or are we too divided as a people to act, even though subconsciously, we might be aligned? I recently saw that football stadiums are building new tiers for tourists and wealthy VIPs, while local season ticket holders—those who’ve supported their teams for generations—struggle to attend matches. It’s an example of how the working class, the passionate, are being pushed aside in favour of those who are hungry for money.
Music venues are closing, and creativity—the very foundation of entertainment and purpose—is being further discouraged. It’s already nearly impossible to earn a living through digital music, and now physical venues are disappearing, eradicating opportunities for talented, struggling artists, who often make the best music because they have a story to tell. The point is, we’re heading toward a world where the only opinions we hear will be those of the rich, because the poor won’t exist anymore.
AI is smarter. Teslabots exist. Technology is advancing rapidly while we’re increasingly devalued, and eventually, there might be no place for us at all. The wealthy support this trajectory, and I can’t blame them. But we, the working people, should be passionately rejecting this future and resisting it in every form.
Socially, let’s unite. Romantically, let’s value humanity. Creatively, let’s prioritise those who truly deserve recognition. It’s a simple method to follow if you’re one of us.
*Us* is peace, love, and life. *Them* is war, hate, and death.
On a more personal note for once though I feel so unlovable and lonely all the time. I’ve tried being everything yet nothing seems to be enough. Being open and honest as much as I think the work I’m doing is good, these are the lengths I feel I have to go in order to feel valued in my head at least morally and progressively in my unique situation. I’m really struggling. As soppy and sad as it is to say I want to love someone and someone to love me. I don’t love myself enough to work for myself. I want to provide for someone I have incentive in giving the world to. I’m lost and sad.
I write all this so openly as an art piece in my head itself. There are 2 outcomes. 1 in which I get my happy ending with a special someone I finally find purpose in or the other being my suicide. I don’t write this from a place of narcissism it’s more a place of insight into how many of those taken lives must of felt before they acted. Deeper insight shouldn’t dictate change to the ignorant but it’s an interesting look into potential solutions should there ever be interest taken. Women owe men nothing and men owe women nothing but biologically existence is only possible with mutual efforts from both genders and that’s fact. Concession to that concept consumes me and motivates me but also crushes me since I can’t seem to find it. I’m deeply sad.
