Can you count how many self help books there are in this world? The assumption would be these books would range in the millions if not billions to be even more sarcastically put. Let’s face it we live in a ME ME ME ME culture. From social media posts that scream for attention to mere photos using our God given bodily assets to get a view, a like , or comments ANYTHING! The quest to be seen consumes the lives of many people and not just to be seen but also to be liked. These dopamine infuse moments of obsession via the phycological constructs of social media sites has potentially ruined the mental health of many people. However there is hope available for those of us left in the shambles of living in such a narsestic culture that is defined by its appearance in black mirrors. We can take back our human dignity and such learn how to view ourselves less as a marketable commodity and more as a human beings.
Of course we have the doublespeak dialogue that on its front face speaks of the value of human interaction but what if there is an underlining agenda to actually destroy it at the same time?
Indeed, here on season tickets its all about discovery and artistic expression but the value of art thrives with its ability to also be shared. And with that understanding that the value of art and what can provide for the world takes an even more important role when it comes to examining motives. For in Truth you can have a motive of creating art to destroy, to uplift, or to highlight an experience or issue. Yet one fact remains that we aren’t doing humanity any favors by being prideful and stuck on how the world revolves around us.
Just this past day or so happened to catch a documentary on a famous wrestler who spent his life privately partying on drugs such as coke while being one of the best showman athletes in the history of broadcast wrestling. The purpose of this brief documentary reflection is to reinforce the reminder of how fast life here is and how what we do on this planet truly matters. Currently in his waning years of youth this former wrestler speaks of his glory days in the public eye which now has been reduced to working behind the scenes to develop or train other potential wrestling showman talent. It also seems that his fading youthful attractiveness is now overshadowed behind his elderly appearance yet the glimmer in his eyes still lingers strong when speaking of his past days of public acclaim and popularity. In the wake of ruined relationships and deep inner pain this former headliner wrestler continues on living nestled in the shadows of his faded public praise left with having to look at what’s left of his life, himself and the results of his life choices. Some however never get these waning years of self reflection and even worse never gain the ability to potentially change course in a more healthier direction. However what we can gather from this life tale and that of many others is that beauty indeed withers and eventually so does the potency of public influence so it is important to keep that in mind because what we do in this life matters greatly as does the consequences of those choices that can truly permanent within our world for its benefit or ultimate downfall.
Ingredients for a wayward path: fear not the Most High God, shift out feelings of empathy, Add yourself with a Sense of Lack, add 6 Cups of greed, mix it all together and you’ll have a showcase of worldly dysfunction in not time!
At the end of the day you want to be on the right team. Serving team evil has its own destructive consequences many don’t take the time to realize before its too late. Hopefully more of humanity really takes time to think about not only the value of ourselves but the value in our relation with other human beings as well….