some thoughts on capitalism, some thoughts on life

It’s important to talk about these things.

Our inevitable flaws, our deepest heartbreaks, our tightly wound, “What if’s.”

It’s important to talk about them rather than just think them.  As beautiful and helpful as introspection is, talking is a necessity.  Often, it’s our most available form of release.  Words enter the world rather than being bounded by our crazy minds.  Clarity only comes with space.

We have heard it, maybe too many times, that we aren’t perfect.  Well, of course not– when we use society’s definition of perfection.  We are part of a continuous cycle of life that connects everything on this planet and outside of it.  We cannot reject this fact.  It is found in all disciplines, all belief systems, all moments.   Yes, existentialists believe that each of us humans are alone in this world; but even psychologists, while creating so many grand theories, must lay down their intellectual hands and rely on societal views. 

Society squeezes its way into so many crevices of our brain, it can be hard to tell whether your way of being is truly you, Being, or you, a Societal Manifestation.  So what is it that society values?  You can ask this to anyone on the street and get fairly accurate answers.  Moreover, it depends on the society in question.  Here I shall stick to the United States.  Our society values independence, as deemed fit by government.  Our society values success, and defines success as monetary, as deemed fit by government, and social, as often deemed fit by corporations that influence government.  Our society values freedom, but only as deemed fit by government. 

The United States, our society, values one thing above all else: government and corporation opinion.  And what underlines their opinion?  Well, money!  Profit!  Power!  It’s all a power struggle– at least, on the outside, it’s a struggle for those not in comfy government/corporation leather chairs.

So, to recap:  Our minds are malleable.  Our minds are greatly molded by society.  Our society values profit and power above all else.  Thus, by association, our minds value profit and power above all else.

Can this really be true?  Can being American really lead us down this deep pit of mental one dimensional despair?

Maybe.  I think, to an extent, we all have these values embedded in our subconscious, affecting our thoughts, language and behavior. 

Once you start observing your mind, however…once you start observing your world in a way that’s not clouded by judgements engrained in you by society, you start to choose.  You can choose to form your own values, you can choose to embody, to the greatest extent, only the values you created for yourself from the start of your life on.  Because this is all not to say we don’t have our own belief systems and simple ways of being that aren’t influenced by society.  We are unique individuals who hold the universe in two hands every day, simply by being.

It’s important to talk about these things.  Without talking, you may never realize how connected we all are.  You may have been being way too hard on yourself all along.

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Why be a Feminist?

It’s

been on

my mind, lately.

……..

I

watch Zen

Buddhism videos every

……

day

and yet

today is the

…..

first

I have

watched a woman.

….

The

songs on

the radio really

….

are

just “okay,”

when one yells

“pussy”

I shrink

inwards, when “Choice,”

“Respect,”

and dare

I mention “Love”

….

are

excluded from

our social vocabulary

…..

I

want more

90’s anthems and

……

80’s

love songs

I want more

…….

Feminism

I want

all Feminism, all

……

Compassion

no rape-

culture, no need

….

for

school reform

I want Equality

for my mother, my sister, for me.

July 12, 2015

“The songs on the radio are okay,” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nky4me4NP70

Facebook Reflection

Facebook is the ultimate look into past, present, future

into comparing and contrasting

into “too good” or “not good enough.”

.

Let’s give it a rest, already.

.

Me, you,

we’re narratives–

of course we are not the same person we were yesterday.

.

We learn, we grow, we fall,

we show the world that it’s forever above us,

the way it should be.

.

I have too many other things to do in my life

to make time for worrying–

words to write,

pictures to draw,

tattoos to contemplate,

people to admire and adore.

.

Look into my eyes to read me,

light browns with just a hint of green

I am whole–

you don’t need my Facebook to complete the picture.

.

Stop the craze.

This moment is enough.

.

When the Internet crashes,

what will be left to hand down to our children,

our grandchildren?

.

I want them to be warm in our hand-woven scarves,

in wonder of the way technology made our lives fuller,

not our egos.

.

I want to connect to you,

but can’t the pictures wait?

Your thoughts wait?

Can’t we accept that we will never be able to craft ourselves

or time

into anything other than the beautiful imperfection they are?

.

Love me, fully,

please.

.

Not for my profile picture, my cover photo,

not my number of likes

or history of boyfriends.

.

Love me fully, simply,

for me.

.

May 31, 2015