Yes, you’re reading right. It’s a rather timely addition to my posting regarding the clusterfuck of a world we’re experiencing now. And yet I won’t be shooting at the present parodies for leaders that have happened to somehow fail up to their posts they didn’t earn. Yes, I’m being cheeky there :p
That said, it’s mildly worrying being in online spaces and having the book referenced quite a bit (although the 1984 takes more prominence) and wonder how many people actually read it. Because I can’t help but think that a lot of people missed the message completely or relate to the parts that they probably shouldn’t. Confused? Well, let me try and shed some light on my thought process.
And throwing a bone to the gullible masses doesn’t suddenly make you generous. A small conversation from a fellow writer Benny here, which then became a longer write-up, got me inspired. The post that started the writing parts of our brains was this response:
“Does anyone truly earn billions of dollars?”
If someone claims so, a nice follow-up question would be: “At whose expense?” Sadly we can often figure out the disturbing answer.
“Can we even hope to rely on their altruism?”
I'd dare to go as far as saying that being a billionaire and being altruistic are mutually exclusive. If you desire to hoard, you can't give honestly. More often than not altruistic people have barely anything (sometimes to their own detriment but that's a different story). The “generous” gestures of the wealthy are just that; a hollow gesture designed to gain some surface level sympathy and to “appease the masses”. See every single present populist.
A topic I’ve already touched in one of my previous episodes of this irregular series (namely XII) when I was talking about growing. This time I’d like to look at the act of comparing ourselves to others from a different perspective. Instead of looking at it as something that stifles our personal growth we’ll take a look at how it threatens our feelings of self-worth. So, let’s try and regain our power.
Well, stick around and find out. Ok, now that we have the “click-bait” part done (and I’ve had a decontamination procedure), let’s look at through a mildly cynical lens on how fickle legality of one’s action can be. It’s especially on point these days when we look at what’s happening beyond the pond – as in we take a look at the totally unhinged, dementia-filled clusterfuck of past not-even-month. The question has been around social circles so much and it’s quite interesting and terrifying to watch everyone wonder. You might be tempted to ask how I seem so calm. Believe me, I’m not. But also keep in mind that the place I come from experienced this multiple times. Hell, we had it twice in past century from both sides of the spectrum (damn it, I really shouldn’t be using this analogy since I despise it so much). So, let’s dive in.
As we’re trying to make sense of the glaring incompetence of the naive and cruel ignorance of the “dominant”, there’s a thought that has been brewing in my head. Ever so often, when we feel overwhelmed or unheard, we look for someone who could guide us from the proverbial cave towards the light from the outside. But let’s stop for a while and ponder this; what would such a guide look like? What should be their qualities? And most inmportantly, how can you know they’re the right one?
Been a long while since I dipped deeper into the floof business of mine. Aside from small remarks towards the fandom and introduction of my personal trifecta I haven’t really said anything more about it. Though if you’ve been tagging along for a while you’ve definitely seen me fooling around with the fruits of my creative labour of love ;3
Anyway, in today’s short musing I’d like to shed a bit more light at my wolf self specifically because there’s actually a bit of a life story linked to him and why I possibly relate to him quite a bit more.
So make sure you don't kick it in the teeth. That’s how I’d describe the relatively recent blunder in the privacy-focused circles of the techno-sphere, especially in light of our present “napalm strike on humanity”. What am I rambling about you ask? Or maybe who? Well, if you’ve been at least slightly “kissed” (yes, we say that in my native language in this context) by the IT privacy and its movements, you’ve definitely heard about a “little” (those quotes should be huge) company from a small mountainous European country. The country of beautiful views, very high (but quite costly) quality of life and with an extremely long tradition of direct democracy. Yes, yes, I know, also “neutrality” (another set of quotes which should be larger). And the company is nobody else, drumroll please, Proton.
One could say that a piece of art is a window to the creator’s mind. Their thoughts, their soul. Which leads to the idea that through an act of art, the creator decided to share part their soul with everyone.
New year, same “world on fire”, same woof behind the screen, his digital parchment, working his digital quill to share the thoughts coming from the fuzzy brain cells. This time pondering on something that while amplified through social circles, the few insatnces I happen to stumble upon makes my inner alarms sound. What is it, you ask? It’s the dread of how short-sighted, self-centred and revenge-driven people are when it comes to pushing for a change. People are mad at how things are and rightfully so in so many cases. And yes, a cornered rat will bite ferociously in self-defence. But here’s the question I ask; have you spared at least one thought about all the people you’re affecting? Have you considered the idea that your desperate desire for change is not driven by everyone’s well-being but a selfish drive for revenge who hurt you? Confused? Well, dive in.
This one’s going to be a little unusual because I’m not really a big reader (but I’m trying to fix it) and I definitely do not possess the necessary expertise in the field the book is about. However, this is one of those rare times a book left a huge impact on my views; enlightening and absolutely terrifying at the same time. So, let’s get into it and let me share at least the glimpse of my experience.