Perched high atop my loft, looking out the third-floor I see a world full of people. They walk around quickly, purposefully, like ants crawling around trying to repair a damaged nest. The next deadline looms large on their minds, too wrapped up in busy work to smile at the others in their vicinity. No longer a matter of just hunting to survive, we’ve formed societies and collectives of people. Everyone fights to survive in the slowest and most methodical way possible. We think so long term. Learn skills, perform tasks, acquire money, eat food, repeat daily. So life goes for everyone, and there are so many of us.
Gone are the days of exploration and newness. Instead, the value exists in finding a new and unique way of looking at something. And in a world where everything is just a recycled idea or remixed formula, finding that uniqueness can be both highly difficult and highly criticized. Value is perceived not in discovery or innovation, but only in the most metaphysical sense. It’s a society that prizes reboots above original fiction, and that mentality parallels cultures desire for conformity above active defiance of social norms.
The world has become to small, and we see it every day. Overpopulation not only affects out climate, but also affects our ability to stand out anywhere we go. More and more people means you have less and less chance of standing out, of getting noticed, of being that one person society allows to be their own character. To be artistic. To be themselves. Technology may have connected us all, but it’s also made each and every one of us carry a fraction of the weight of the world on our shoulders and in our hands.
So we must be intentional, we must be defiant, in our resolve to make every inch of the world a better place for all. We must fight to breathe in a world that feels like it’s running out of oxygen, running out of space, and sometimes running out of time. We must love one another, feeling secure in the knowledge that we ourselves are capable of changing culture because we are, in fact, culture. There is a savior, there is a hero, but it is he that has given us the keys to fix the problems that ail our small world hurdling through a gigantic universe. And the road to solving those problems is a long one, but even long roads can be traversed with a series a small steps. A few of us are absolutely free to buck the trends, to love the life we’ve been given, and to lead the way.
About the photo: “Looking Out” Zoom in really close, across the water, and you might find some people. But at that distance, there’s no real way of knowing what they are doing or even what they look like. It feels like a missed opportunity.
This is my response to today’s Daily Post prompt, albeit changed somewhat. I often feel like I’m outside the world, looking in and not liking what I see. Still, I trust humanity, and believe that people are good.