Dystopian Monotony
Many complain about the dullness of modern society— but they do not see the silent monasticism I do. Each goes from his lair to his job— and back again; he does this countless times and for countless hours on a schedule. During these hours, he is uninspired and yet, he writes, creates, and speaks during his leisure. True, those stories and creations are often substandard. True, the films and books are lackluster— though only if compared to creations during different times; compared to cave paintings, these are works of mastery.
What many do not realize is that our age of convenience, offers man the opportunity to pursue matters divorced from the temporal, providing he can untangle himself from fleshly pleasures of his wearied psyche. In the rat race, there is a kind of mindlessness and meditation— and it is opposite of distracting if one can make use of it. Surely man’s obsession with mind and everything relating to it, speaks loudly that in this age, he’s living only in his headspace? Is the nature of this age still occulted to you? Yet, you say man has less leisure than he did, ages back— even decades back. I reason it’s more nuanced. Man has an abundance of time to think and a medium to share his thoughts freely, he is however subject to endless distraction.
What do you do during your 9-5? While your body is carrying out the motions, while your mouth runs the scripts to your customers— while you run the reports you run every day by rote? You think and whether or not you are entirely aware of what you are thinking about, you are indeed thinking— and all that sedentary time is either something you waste or learn how to use.
