Realization

Do you realize how little it takes to run an organization, a business, a world? You carry a computer and the Internet, and the world is at your fucking fingertips. In the days where it took people, real life human beings--well, those days are limited.

The generations before us knew not of convenience, but hard work and determination. Our generation is the new age. Simplification and portibility define our generaton, cutting out some of the most important intrapersonal relationships one can form. 

In our generation, not only are we constantly going, but we tune out the world in the simplification of making ourselves the only one. It seems that iPod earbuds and cell phones have become a natural adaption to our physical selves, both of which are in our ears at all time. We've lost each other around us. We no longer hear each other, the sound of the wind or rain hitting the dry ground, birds chirping to remind us of the beauty cacooning us.

We have failed ourselves.

Hit me

This composition was wrote on my iPod, after discussing how trivial life is with my Spanish professor and walking to lunch with Erik. I hope you find this an enlightening composition. -A

"Hit me with your Lexus, you son of a bitch. You scream and shout at me with a steering wheel in one hand, a Blackberry in another. Do you not understand how temporary life truly is? To love these things that you hold so highly in importance gives you nothing. 

Do you dream to love something else with a palpitating heart besides your own, or would that hurt too much? The sick realization that your deep fear of loneliness is really true? 

So hit me with your Lexus. I will die knowing the things you will never."