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I am so tired

We live in supposedly the easiest times. People used to live much shorter, harder lives, they used to work 10, 12 or even more hours of hard work every day. They would have like 10 children and only 3 would survive to the age of 10 or more. The life was rough. Yet, today, we are likely more tired than ever. Most of us works in offices, or even from home, most jobs aren't that hard, wars are burning as they always do but hidden from a lot of us who can see only what media allows us to see.
We watch other people's "perfect lives" on internet, we see too many almost perfect looking people or just perfect looking every single day, people with no apparent flaws in life or body or face, we know way too much but still not enough, we want to be liked by total strangers and we do not know what is real anymore. We can't create because we want audience to approve our work, we can't be ourselves because we want to be perfect too, want to be liked, want to live life that is presented to us as an ultimate goal. We see too much of perfect lives, and we see too little of reality anymore.
A lot of people are angry, feel that they have no power, that they are stuck, feeling less than. Instead on investigating themselves, deep inside, deciding what they really want and how to fix what they do not want, they are trying to control others, mostly by screaming, yelling, cursing, insulting, trying to present as someone who is above someone else. Usually, they do that with people who can't or won't hurt them in any way, children, women, loners... This gives them instant feeling of power over at least someone, feeling of "being right" even if it's just an illusion. That's how violence, even small, even verbal, begins. That's how people fell apart from each other and start to hate strangers for little or no reason. Another reason to get tired, especially if YOU are the one being targeted by powerless, angry people. And even for those who attack, feeling of power comes and goes, and if they have any humanity still left in them, any decency or self-acknowledgement, apathy sets in quickly. We all lose.
We are all tired. We see too much, but we hardly ever see the truth. We know too much, but hardly anything we really need to know. We want to be liked, badly, by wrong people. We want power over weaker, instead of working on our own empowerment in constructive ways. We turn into little children who request things by yelling, being loud, screaming, threatening, manipulating, instead of just simple agreement and understandings.
There is too much happening everywhere. No wonder we are all tired.
Get offline. Go somewhere quiet. Turn off the noise inside of your head. No one has to like you, but yourself. You can be happy doing nothing, being you. You do not need approval of anyone. Don't trust media, be aware, everything is marketing, everything is a lie in some percent. No one owes you anything. You don't owe them to do what you don't want to do. Try to just exists for a while.
I wish I could listen to my own advice.



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