A Dose of Realisim

Today I have learned about realism. The nagging thought that makes it so obvious you will never achieve your dreams. You will never get to be that doctor, that veterinarian, that firefighter. You will never be that astronaut you wanted to be when you were three, or being on stage with adoring fans chanting your name; when you die, you are forgotten, unimportant in the scheme of things. The hopes and dreams of children carry as much importance as the dolls or plastic army men children play with.

I ask, “What if we have it all wrong? What if instead of gender roles, placing importance on group think, and deceiving yourself to think you matter more than your fellow man, you refused to ignore you convictions and yearning for more, to be more, to care more, to help more?”

Our society has deemed itself perfect in function. Social circles are empowered by things like popularity or power. Long forgotten are the days of chivalry, compassion, or a value system dependent on the care of the Earth or its creatures.

One could ask, “Where is the blame? Who created the doctrine that we must adhere to?” This inquiry is pointless, for even if we could find the rule makers, the solution would be no closer. The question is “why?” Why are we not worthy unless we follow a set of unspoken rules?

The general population cares not about these issues. The modern man has it imprinted into his skull that he should pro-create, get a six-figure job, and die. Man seems incapable of escaping this plot for him. Most know “life” is just the race to get higher on the monetary “food chain”, a mad spree to collect more items. Men and women alike are more concerned about owning inanimate objects than aiding countries riddled by disease, starving children, or the Earth that is near its expiration date.

I often day dream of what it would be like to turn off, and go on autopilot, letting the television tell me what clothes to wear, what music to like, how to speak, whom to vote for. The modern family is concerned with arriving at a series of small-scale events in a punctual fashion, and all hell breaks loose if the soccer mom cannot make it to the game right after school. It is obvious in our mainstream media, not only are human beings becoming more impatient, they are increasingly believing they are more important.