News. What is news? We’re supposed to report on it. We’re supposed to read it and understand what it means. We’re supposed to find it interesting, enthralling. There are many things we’re supposed to do, but we rarely ever do them. We rarely ever do what is expected. What is important. What is truly needed. We confuse need with want, and want with need. We confuse many things, but we never admit to it. We’re always sure, and always insitent on any little thought that pops into our minds. But do we ever really know? How do we know what is truth or fiction? Many of the things we read in history books aren’t true! We’re lied to all of our lives and we accept it because someone of more authority than us told us to believe it. And we do believe it. We take what we are told and follow blindly. How will our world survive in the future, if our fact is fiction and our fiction is actually fact. Will books change? Will old movies or ancient myths or stories? What’s news? Is it actually new information? Or is it something that someone “important” deems necessary for the world to know? What is news?
Author: theycallmedame
What We Can’t See
It’s a dark day in anyone’s life when they find out they’ve been lied to. That famous stories or famous people turn out to be nothing more than smoke and mirrors. For years we have been taught a song. For years it has been embedded in our head and hummed subconsciously while we walk to class or when we’re about to fall asleep. This song has told us that everything will be okay. That we all share everything and that, in the end, no one has absolutely nothing. “This land is my land, this land is your land,” what complete and utter BS. We have been listening to this song since kindergarten, all the way through middle school and even in parts of high school. We’ve been told that we can do or be anything we want to be, that all the land we see is in some way ours. But then it becomes, “You can do anything you want to do and be anything you want to be… within reason.” And that is what the last verse of “This Land Is Your Land” points out to the world. The last verse of “This Land Is Your Land” that no one actually ever knows, or is ever shown, or ever sings in the shower. The last verse of “This Land Is Your Land, ” that no one ever seems to hear. That one verse that states:
“In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.”
Maybe this land really isn’t meant for you and me. Maybe it was all just meant for you.
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