In a world where the foundation is skewed towards the slow erosion of our humanity in exchange for likes and shares. I find that I have grown jaded, much to my dismay.
Endeavoring to be consequential is met with a proverbial rolling of the eyes.
Where admitting that you are a flawed, malleable, yet functioning piece of protoplasm is interpreted as a sign of weakness.
Why that is?
Are we scared at the prospect of being more than what we are?
Is there comfort in settling versus undergoing the pains that accompanies growth?
Is the very act of ruminating, railing against what we think we know, treasonous?
Am I a traitor?
Is this pride that I feel or is it disaffection?