fact. not fiction.

I get up at 6:45am.  tired.  cold.  alone.  another day closer to death.  when will it come?  I worry that I won’t see my daughter grow up.  I worry that when it is my time to go I won’t want to go.  I won’t want to leave this beautiful earth even though it is filled with boring people and boring distractions.
  this is a world that applauds mediocre work daily.  if you really slow down and take a look at where we are right now in our world you will notice that we have over one hundred tv channels and yet there is very little to watch.  you will notice that people like Kim Kardashian are making millions.  so is Zac Efron.  Justin Bieber.  Rob Ford.  The Toronto Maple Leafs.  the red carpet is filled with no name actors and no name talent more concerned about what they are wearing than what they are working on.  creativity has taken a backseat to fluff.  to money.  to accolades.  boring actors applauding other boring actors.  boring writers applauding other boring writers.  boring musicians applauding other boring musicians.  one big borefest.
  artists were once the dangerous.  the unpredictable.  the explosive.  now they are the dull.  the predictable.  the geeky.  the religious.  I am an observer of life and observing a life filled with fluff and phoniness is becoming sickening and dull.  one need not look further than facebook.  dull.  predictable.  phony.  weak.
  I am an observer of life and what I have observed is that we no longer know what is good and what is bad.  we are all puppets and rarely do we have an opinion of our own.  we are all afraid to say anything because we are all protecting ourselves.  a protection that produces mediocrity and dullness.  we will all grow up.  we will all grow old.  we will all die.  and then we will all be forgotten.
  fact.  not fiction.