We dreamt now we do…

Frank Holl, Faces in the Fire, 1867

We live in a time when the world around us is not what we want it to be; even we are not the people we want to be. The scale of the disconnect is literally out of this world. To get up another day and do the basics of our life another day is often enough to count success. We do what we can with the cliff of issues in front of us. Just to not fall off that cliff and be dragged into the quagmire what so many are struggling within is often enough for today.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

I think it is time to change the dynamics of life as victims just simply getting by or making the best of it. Sure we could dream that it is all worth it for the ease of retirement, but is it? Is it like that? Or is the reality inverted and turned into a self propagating artificial real, holding humanity from the prize of this great life?

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