This homeless man, I may never see him again in my entire life, a one in a million chance I’ll run into him again. He might be a person who has either failed at life or maybe he once was a successful business man with an enormous house and nice cars parked throughout his garage and driveway. He could be a person just like me a person who did well and went through hell and back, a person who struggled and bettered himself with every failure, or he could be a person who never put in an effort. You never know what people have been through in life. Never judge a book by its cover, or a song by its intro always give it a chance listen to the entire song, there may be some awesome part in the song that makes that song. People have stories. We’ve all been through our share of stress and hard work. If not then, you must experience it at least once before you can make something of yourself. A person must go through hard times and struggle before they reach the top or reach their goals of where they want to be in life. I think if you’re lucky enough to get somewhere in life because who you might know, because of connections, or simply from a family inheritance. You are lucky! But if you got there without hard work you’ll never know what its like to get there and deserve it. You’ll never know the gratitude of earning something after stress, work, and effort has been put into it. You’ll never know that great feeling of winning something and deserving it. Work hard, have goals in life, set your standards, don’t let anything stand in your way. Ever. That homeless man can still make something of himself, the only terrible fact is, he has to go all the way back to the beginning and start all over. All I can do is give that man 5 bucks and wish him luck, and let him know that I may never see him again, but I have this hope that he’ll do better. Hope, Dream, Imagine, Wish, Create, Inspire. Use your mind for what its meant for. Be something. Respect your parents.
Post-modernism is arguably the most depressing philosophy ever to spring from the western mind. It is difficult to talk about post-modernism because nobody really understands it. It’s allusive to the point of being impossible to articulate. But what this philosophy basically says is that we’ve reached an endpoint in human history. That the modernist tradition of progress and ceaseless extension of the frontiers of innovation are now dead. Originality is dead. The avant-garde artistic tradition is dead. All religions and utopian visions are dead and resistance to the status quo is impossible because revolution too is now dead. Like it or not, we humans are stuck in a permanent crisis of meaning, a dark room from which we can never escape.
Kalle Lasn & Bruce Grierson, A Malignant Sadness