It was a relief when I pull off my CPAP mask in this morning. That first breath of cool fresh air is a welcome sign that I made it through the night. Last night was a wave of in and out consciousness, between a book I am listening to, and the disturbing dreams of reality. The book which is not entirely fiction is an overview of what a “utopian society” we could have if we only tried. The dreams were of a reality we often find ourselves obsessed with, the cult-like religious followings where women and girls are treated like property.
I’m sure the dream came from a video I saw on social media last night. Where religious fundamentalist were dancing in heated fervor to the calling of the end of this world and the domination of a new earth. While the book itself I listened to while I slept. Spouting out facts about the breakthroughs that have been made and the shortcomings that hold them back. Each hoping that someday all their desires and dreams will come true. But all I could do was wonder, “Who’s dreams are they talking about?” Certainly not those of the poor and the weak.
I live in a world where I’m conveniently kept in a box. Considered worthless by world standards, I’m now unproductive and used up. My only convenience is the fact that I care for other unproductives. Forgive me if I cannot carry any utopian view of the near future. When all I see is hope turned into selfishness time and time again. It seems no matter how we see the errors of the past, we are apparently doomed to repeat them, with bigger and better results. I really don’t want to give up hope, but until a few more of us will say, “No!”. I just don’t see any relief.
I’m sure the dream came from a video I saw on social media last night. Where religious fundamentalist were dancing in heated fervor to the calling of the end of this world and the domination of a new earth. While the book itself I listened to while I slept. Spouting out facts about the breakthroughs that have been made and the shortcomings that hold them back. Each hoping that someday all their desires and dreams will come true. But all I could do was wonder, “Who’s dreams are they talking about?” Certainly not those of the poor and the weak.
I live in a world where I’m conveniently kept in a box. Considered worthless by world standards, I’m now unproductive and used up. My only convenience is the fact that I care for other unproductives. Forgive me if I cannot carry any utopian view of the near future. When all I see is hope turned into selfishness time and time again. It seems no matter how we see the errors of the past, we are apparently doomed to repeat them, with bigger and better results. I really don’t want to give up hope, but until a few more of us will say, “No!”. I just don’t see any relief.
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