I wonder if relationships have changed over the years.
Back when we had arranged marriages, people had no choice. And, ironically, a lot of them came to love their spouse because they simply had no alternative.
And now the divorce rate has gone up. Maybe because it can. But maybe because we have choices.
The media has influenced our lives. For everyone talks about love, sings about love, puts love on bill boards.
But does anyone actually SEE love, anymore?
Not the fiery passion and high-points that you can afford to put in a 75 minute movie.
The deep love. The slow love. The kind of love where you can spend 356 days out of the year with each other and never get bored. work out your problems. TALK to one another about things that matter.
Do these things…even factor…into love anymore?
We are the cancer of the world. We are the invaders. We have taken something normal (the first human beings), and we have mutated over time. We have multiplied too quickly and are taking over, crowding out the other beautiful living beings in this world. Eventually, we will run out of resources. We are not “bad”; there are simply too many of us. I think overpopulation will be the death sentence of the human race.
The hipster movement taught us that we each want to be different. The mainstreaming of nerd life made us realize that we are all the same, seeking to figure out who we are, the superheroes we can be, the universe, and our place in it.
Everyone wears a mask
For everybody wears a mask. If you wear it long enough, does it become part of you? Mold into your features in a kind of gruesome yin and yang?