Our Society… and Game of Thrones

You know, with everything that’s been happening recently, I can’t help but wonder about what’s happening up there at the top of the economic chain with the political leaders. It’s like some Game of Thrones shit.

I mean we know only 10% of what’s really going on. That’s all the media shows – just a mere 10%. Think of all the rest of the 90% – all the things those presidents and prime ministers have been talking about for the past 6 days of APEC. The conversations behind closed doors, the plans they’re proposing, the secrets they are hiding. Their motives, their goals. The mere 10% consists of the commercials and tarpaulins saying “We are for the people yadda yadda” but that’s it.

GoT (or Game of Thrones) is a fictional series that shows us how politics works IN REAL LIFE. The people up there are just on each others’ sides so they can fulfill their selfish wants – more land, more money, more buildings. Was there ANYONE at the top of the food chain in GoT who was truly concerned about the masses? Can you think of ONE character whose pure motive was to serve the people?

And the thing is, from the very beginning, we know that there is a problem in our political system. But like in GoT, it’s HARD, so freaking hard to change it. But maybe we as a whole are not ready for that change. I mean look at how afraid we are of change, that when the stars on Twitter simply transitioned into hearts, the whole world went batshit crazy, that when people started filtering their profile pictures on Facebook, the whole world was divided into being “For it” or “Against it”.

Human beings are just SO. DIVERSE. With all our different opinions and advocacy on so many things, fueled by our differences in upbringing, education, religion and nationality. This is what makes us different from other animals. This makes us so unique – as individuals, and as species.

But the one thing that makes us unique is also the very thing destroying us. How are we supposed to fix ourselves as species when nO ADULT IN THE WORLD actually has their lives fixed in even as individuals? When no one is actually sure of what they’re doing? When even our perspectives of right and wrong VARIES PER PERSON? How are we supposed to progress with that?

Or maybe we’re not supposed to. If we aren’t ready to break that wall between the life we’re living today, and the life we’ve always dreamed of that has only ever been portrayed in sci fi movies, then maybe we were meant to live and die like this, continually existing in such a primal state, always suffering, never moving beyond corruption, like a dog chasing its tail endlessly.

Are we destined to constantly be on self-destruct? Is there a way out?

Or so the grown-ups say

“Money is everything. Therefore you must study hard NOT because you want to learn about the world and it wonders but because money is everything so you need high grades so you can have a job and waste your life away rotting in a place you don’t call home, trying to earn up enough money to get something you can never have and once you have it you’ll just keep wanting more and more and you will never be content with life. This is what I’ve been doing. So I pass it on to you, the next generation. Corruption was not fixed during my time, why should it be demolished in yours? Because you think you can change the world if you follow your passion? I am older than you and I know for a fact that you are wrong. Five thousand years will pass and this will still be the cycle of life because that’s just the way it is and if no one in my generation can, then no one in yours can, too.”

“Money is everything. Therefore if you do not force the lessons to be hardwired into your head, you will fail in school and that means you will fail in life in general – you are a failure in every sense of the word just because you won’t have high grades so that means you won’t have a job in the future no one will accept you your friends won’t accept you I won’t accept you you will be alone in the world and you’ll live life as a peasant begging in the streets without three full meals a day and all the time I spent just so you can have a ‘good life’ is wasted. You sucked in school and therefore you, as a whole, sucks too. I don’t care if you can make art or music or if you’re talented that’s just a hobby stop being interested in such things! You will never get rich from that and you know what that means? It means you are worthless and stupid and dumb – a waste of empty space. You are nothing because you HAVE nothing you don’t have money. The worth of you as a whole is measured by how much you have materialistically.”

Everyone has thought of these about others. Because everyone has heard others say the same things to them. In the end, these words will just go on a full circle, and it will never stop. The sad thing about this is, no one really knows how much it truly affects the thoughts and actions of the person they said it to. Not until it’s too late.

My way of coping

Written April 17, 2013. To this day, I still think this way.

I feel like there’s only one reason why I’m alive

 

And one reason alone. It’s not to create art, it’s not to leave something behind. It’s to save a life.

 

Everyday, I live off by this one thought, “One day, someone’s life is going to dependent on mine.”

 

Some mighty deity has created my story – a story of how, years from now, if I hadn’t been there, an innocent person could never have survived. I’m going to save a life. I’m going to die doing it, or maybe die trying, I don’t care. Because it’d be worth it.

 

This is what keeps me going every uneventful day. This thought is on my mind as I eat three times a day, as I read, as I watch, as I wait. This is what keeps me from harming myself. This is what keeps me going.

 

The thought that one day, I’ll be on the side of a busy road in a busy city, waiting to cross to the other side, and a little girl will be walking earlier than anyone else, and she’s going to be hit by a car, and I will be there to stop it from happening. I’ll be hit instead and in exchange, the little girl will be safe. They’ll send me to a hospital but it’ll be too late. It will be worth it, all this trouble to stay alive.

 

Everyday, I think to myself, “If you die now, who’s going to save that little girl? Who’s going to be there at that time and place where you’re going to be needed?”

 

See, that’s the thing about us – humans, people, humanity itself. We feel a need to be needed. This is just my way of coping.