I hesitated to post this for fear of coming across as self-righteous. I added this to assert that this is not my intent. The following is in regards to something that scares me very much; I’d love to hear your thoughts.
I’m beginning to think that I live in a world of mindless fools; a world seeking personal petty pleasures, and nothing else. A place where people refuse to work for their rewards. a place where we refuse to look at ourselves in a negative light and thus are obsessed with intense assessments of each other- after all it wouldn’t do to look, and discover that our own faults are much more rampant than theirs.
Sometimes I think this place is all too similar to the horrors depicted in books like Uglies, or Lightening Thief. Books where everyone looks forward to being teenager, a pretty, someone under the influence of a lotus flower, because it is depicted as the world of dreams. Reality check: it is the world of nightmares. I look around me at the brainless masses who demand that everything be given to them on a silver platter, and I am appalled. To think that could have been me.
I am set on being the rebel,. I will not become that. Just as all the books focus on the heroes who seek to turn the tide, so I will focus on them, surrounding myself with rebel friends to dare to think. Without thought it is too easy to be let away by the Antichrists Paul speaks of. Without thought the Pied Piper can lead us off with his tantalizing music far too easily. I am not the first to realize that society needs to wake up, or that we are (as C.S. Lewis puts it) “far too easily pleased.” I pray that I will not be the last, I pray that this rebelution can wake up the world before it’s too late. But I don’t know.
Sometimes when I’m surrounded by the crazies I doubt it. Sometimes I almost let go of hope; that is when I must run back to my God, and my rebel friends. The way is hard and long, but the pleasures at the end of this road are so much better than the ones this world gives. When the lines between gratefulness and obsession for things that were meant to be foretastes in this world blur then I cling more tightly to the hope of the pleasures in the next, for I will not let myself become like them. I will not let myself become a zombie.