wounded warrior

A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Fighting for solitude

In a world where people have all but forgotten what silence and solitude is, I will fight for my right to partake of solidarity. If I don't like the song, I can turn off the radio. Sick of the show, change the channel; I do have 200 of them. Bored with the movie, I can always walk out, and even get my money back. Yeah, try it, as long as it's within 30 minutes, you can leave with ease. There is music playing while I shop, while I wait, while I order food. Everywhere I go, I am surrounded by external stimuli that is there to entertain and....keep me numb? It is almost as if as a culture we are so bombarded with noise and chaos and entertainment and...and....and....that we are not longer comfortable with the one thing that we can never get away from, never turn off, never silence...ourselves. It is almost as if we are trying to turn off ourselves by turning on everything else. I for one will not cave in. I have somewhat always been drawn to nonconformists, I guess this is my way of not conforming to the masses. I want my solitude, for I will always be there. I might as well try to get to know the man inside. Who knows, I may even find out that I like him.

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