There is so much chaos spewed from our mouths. Everyone has an opinion about how other people should be and when they should be how they want them to be. There is so much falsehood polluting the air that we are beginning to choke on our own deceptions, but no one is willing to cave in first, and so each of us stands in their corners armoured.
The divisions amongst us are so deep that each of us stands on one or either side of this deep wedge that looks as though an earthquake cut through the entire Earth's surface. The bigger the rift, the more loud and chaotic we get, like a bunch of lost souls calling out for salvation.
The problem is that we create time to listen to other people define who we are from their perspective. They first mould us from their imagination of how they they would prefer for us to be, and then proceed to sell us their twisted view in pretty packages of deceit. The deception here is the pretence.
No one wants to really diagnose the problems we have, not even ourselves. So, instead of facing ourselves, we accept these pretty packages of deceit. Then we accept the pretence of being "understood" because it is a confortable lie compared to facing ourselves. In the midst of this chaos, where is your Voice?
