From the clairvoyant algorithms of YouTube to the scrolling party of Instagram’s dopamine feeds, to the ‘just one more video’ while my whole life around me rusts — I’m being haunted by social media specters. They have collectively worked their way into my brain, into my heart, into my very peace. But I think I may have found a way to take back some control. I think I’ve found a way to exorcise the negative while holding onto the positive.
Let me tell you how and maybe, just maybe, it might help you too.
I want to preface this whole article with the statement that being politically atheist DOES NOT mean being politically inactive. There is a large difference. So get your vote on!
This is the age of politics — politics of the living dead. A society that hasn’t yet realized that it took its last peaceful breath thirty years ago. The era of civil disagreement and a collective march to a brighter future seems exhaled and gone.
We lost the ‘we’re in this together’ attitude while great entrenchments have been made. Bubble cities, bubble persons, bubble minds have been constructed and lived…
The Ancient Egyptians did some pretty amazing things; built obelisks that grazed the sun, domain of Ra, invented beer — a thousand thank you’s from the future! — and of course, raised the pyramids out of incomprehensibly heavy slabs. Those vast trunks of limestone and granite slotted into perfect architectural place.
By the collective brainpower of civilization — and definitely not aliens — did they accomplish these wonders.
I am sure you can remember your teenage years, those elusive and inconsistent days when moods changed on a call, text, or romantic update. They were equal parts capricious and emotional, at least for me. And the pressure to fit in could’ve turned my lump of anxious coal into a social diamond.
Smoke this, drink that, party at Taylor’s house — anything can be fair game if your credibility of cool is on the very line.
All the while, parents worrying, caught in their own push and pull dilemma.
But what was something your parents always said?
“Don’t give in…
Music affects many parts of our brain in tandem. So much so, that one has to wonder if it is a hallmark of our species. Maybe a rename to Homo Sapiens Musica would be a completely legitimate distinction. But what evolutionary purpose does it have?
I submit that it is a natural painkiller to the problem of consciousness. It is a salve on a species burdened by self-awareness, sadness, joy, stress — any and all emotions in the human condition.
From generations so far back, they hug the foggy hills and valleys of time — music has been with…
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