I'm so utterly fed up with politics now, it seems to be nothing more than the ultimate silly joke. Prior to the election, I admit I was caught up in the tide of propaganda that masqueraded as manifestos and promises and I watched some of the interviews and speeches designed to inspire the electorate.
But I very quickly woke up and found myself in cynical land again, a place I feel rather comfortable actually.
When one reaches a certain age, I think the world in some ways becomes much clearer. For sure the older I get the less I know about the important things in life – the really big questions still have no answers. But I also find that I have long ago lost the exhuberant youthful desire to change the world and the belief that the young have that they can actually effect those changes and make the world a better place. I think it is entirely possible for the youth to bring about change – but it certainly has nothing to do with politics and especially not with those ageing politicians who appear to think they know the answers and have the right to impose their ideas on others. The truth is they don't believe they have answers but they do have a desire to make others believe in them. Proper ego stuff.
So, while I was angry at the attempts by the politicians to influence the young voters with their promises of an idealistic 'equal society for all', I am acutely aware that their empty words mean nothing. Anybody can promise anything, it's easy. If you read to the end of this blog post then there will be world peace and an end to social injustice. See, it's easy to make a promise but nobody with any wits about them would believe it.
And so it is with politics in these rather strange times, when the sheepy electorate will vote for the person who says all the things that the sheep wants to hear. It's nonsense - and nonsense leads to more nonsense. Vote for nonsense!
And here we are in the afternath of another ridiculous election with some nasty people on all sides (some more than others it has to be said), where it doesn't matter what the vile politician has said and done on their road to an election, as long as they now say what the sheep want to hear.
It doesn't matter if it's the US, the UK or Outer Mongolia, the mentality of the general public seems to be that of followers.
I am not a sheep. I like sheep actually, they are gentle, docile animals, a little too trusting perhaps. But I am not one. More and more I feel like an onlooker, watching the sheepy chaos ensue.
So from this place I can see that the masses are ignoring what is really important. It's not about politics or money or this or that. It's about the fact that we have lost touch completely with the world we live in, the planet, the earth. Now I sound like a new age hippy – but I do believe that we have all lost that connection to much much bigger things, you know like life, love and the universe.
We need to reconnect with the bigger picture in order to regain perspective.
From the city and indeed most of the country here, it is not possible to look up and see the stars, the night sky is smothered in harsh orange light reflected from the urban sprawl. I am lucky enough to remember growing up in a time where the night sky was filled with thousands of stars, it made me feel small and insignificant and also very very content to know that it was never ending. It was perspective.
In those days I could see the horizon, the big skies and the sea. There was constant motion, a sense of something eternal and everlasting. A sense that all was well in the bigger world.
Now that the world is blighted by man, little things like politics become foremost in the minds of people who have either lost sight of the bigger picture or have sadly never even seen it.
What hope? Who knows.
All I do know is that the thought of opting out is ever more appealing. Living off grid, out of sight and away from human sheep is quite probably my ideal.
When I was at school, I so hated the regimented authority of it all that I decided at age thirteen to opt out of the system, I walked out of the school gates and for the next two or three years, I spent much of my days wandering the streets or sitting in the park. I read books, wrote poetry and songs and I observed the world around me. Eventually the school didn't even miss me. And I certainly didn't miss the school. To this day I don't regret that decision, it was right for me. I am not a sheep.
So to get back to the beginning of this piece, politics now leaves me cold, the politicians leave me even colder. And I despair at the people around me who seem to think that politics is all that matters. It really really doesn't. What really matters is the bigger world, the bigger picture - for without that there is nothing left.
No politics, no society. Not even sheep.
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