World of dopamine releases. Even acknowledgement of repeatedly broadcasted facts seems like marketing a filthy mindset. Here’s to the slippery slope, blurred lines and the mighty ignorance. The lack of constant. No base. Leaning on the table too thin, and failure to cope the fall. Humans.
We’re so diverse, and I want to put to notice another sense of diversity.
The diversity within.
The same person, look at yourself, can seem like the boldest and most confident person at times, and the same person could be at depths down below, sensing the heat of hell. We credit it all to time. Time changes this and that. It might. It’s in reality the ups and downs of our own mindset, being affected by external factors. Other people, other fiction and stories and news and success and failure.
Truth is, it’s not the inherently the time itself but the set of ups and down it inevitably brings with it.
We ( perhaps I should restrict it to me, myself), have lost the original static sense of being. In the rush for more excitement and fun, we gave away our conscious happiness and lack thereof to the entities that are not in our control. And it makes perfect sense for the good part. If you can’t entertain yourself, merely on your own, even close to the extent netflix, insta and the kinds can (or perhaps the gloriousrave, or the various vices varying in extremity based on respectiveguts) , it’s only human to seeks somebody or something else. And with it, comes the evil. The inevitable con, the down side, the low, the depression, whatever. It perhaps evens out the good with the bad. Good ol’ karma. This times of lowness are what make us (me) think beyond the daily rap music and #hustlehard crap.
It does feel like crap, all of it, when you’re feeling low.