Substitutes for True Life

      The main focus here is what masses of people flock to, that empty television programming simple in it's content but content nonetheless. This suffices to give fuel to those who are so pathetic to not have content of their own creation to engage themselves with.

       Entertainment is of worth in that people often need a break from whatever labors they are involved in in daily life, but that entertainment should only be a side dish to the entree, a snack beside the main course of a fulfilling life. If one is an artist, the pursuit of their craft is a far different thing than someone who idly consumes the products of others and never participates. Join in the creation process, by all means!

       It is sad to me whenever I overhear common people speaking about their preoccupations. I sense that they missed the train, so to speak, they missed encountering the events that would inspire them and form them into a full-fledged individual with flowering passions. Instead, hollow drama or sports entertainment enters their eyes and ears; the repetition of regurgitated clichés are vomited out for the simple masses who desire what is easy, retreating from whatever threatens to challenge them in any way.

       In peering into the lives of these simple animals it seems they often seem to bark the same answer: That retreat into the simple is a way to sink away from the stressful, unfulfilling job, and escape from the nagging wife or the neglectful, emotionally dead husband. If only better choices were made, but alas, this cannot be expected of from this sort of person. The experience of life is not one to be pondered, oh no. And these important decisions such as what sort of labor will consume one's time and who one will spend the rest of their days with require no special thought, of course not, no no no. Confronting a person about a break up or considering a career change is far too scary. Trying to enrich what one has? Far too much trouble. Best just to charge toward death.

       Bad life choices and a lack of internal growth seem to lead one to have such low standards and be so easily elated by that which is predictable. These uninspired people have fallen into the rut of the false-efficiency model, getting by following trends like a lemming. They are the mob, the mindless face of society following each fad blindly as one of the flock. They are everywhere promoting endless rehashes of the same empty television entertainment, buying up tabloid fodder, squawking on like the bird-brains they are.