Often nowadays, I find myself questioning my lack of direction in life. In this current of era of immediacy and hedonism, it’s quite easy to lose oneself in the mundanities of daily living. The threshold for good falls ever lower in its midst, and we continue without hesitation.
Most likely because ‘good’ no longer matters. A postmodernist perspective offers a layman’s narcissism.
‘Nothing matters’
And so faith lies an in unmarked grave outside the peripherals of our thoughts. It shows in modern social media and pop culture. Paraphrased, George Carlin spoke on the subject of cynics, them being no more than disappointed optimists. Today, we are in abundance.
I prefer to end on positive notes, but I am just a man. I’m worn and weary.
I’d like to rest.
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